A Familiar Silence

Today I saw you from afar
It was a first in much time
Or perhaps it was a last?

Even then, my mind was mute
Muzzled by a certain thing
I do not know what to think

A familiar silence
My mind did not heed my call
Twas another who acted

Treacherous eyes bore witness
Heart of glass that did whimper
Lungs that did not do their work

Unholy strain my chest did feel
My hand reached across that space
Untold agony of loss

Is the first last or last first?
Heart no longer speaks to heart
What could I say to reach you?

Could emotions bridge that gap?
Can you hear my heart screaming?
Or is your heart deaf to it?

I don't know what else to do
Now I pray for miracles
Will some kind god grant me one?

A familiar silence
An unbearable silence
In that place in me that's yours


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85

Three lines, seven beats. Super short to mimic ancient brevity. The counts are mostly to keep the mind distracted

I hate you and I love you
I do not know why this is
But I am tortured by it


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Slaying the Dreamer

Slaying the Dreamer
Some call it a horrid crime
I call it mercy


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Time Lost

In lost memories
Ancient glories never fade
Time, eternal foe


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Field of Blades

I welcome you adepts
To this benighted place
Matters not how ye fall
For I rule in this world

The King of Swords, am I
Of ye, I stand highest
Mighty though you may be
To me, be ye weaklings

Look 'round you at my realm
Blighted landscape of hell
By our hands denuded
Heroes of many wars

Endless struggle our lot
We masters of the field
Look 'round ye to the sight
This boundless, parched desert

This realm is for the heroes
For us, endless battle
Each step taken with care
Bladed tombstones abound

This land where rain falls not
Blades as far as eyes see
Each one for those who need
A marker for their deaths

Here is our memento
For our battles cease not
This is the afterlife
Welcome to the Field of Blades.


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King of Heroes

Knight of greatest loyalty
Forge your soul into a blade
So that you do not lose your way
This is the path of the Highest Duty
With many lives is it paved

Knight of greatest loyalty
You will never know peace in this world
The next is filled with eternal battle
Build your will as you would your strength
For it is your soul that leads you

Knight of greatest loyalty
You will rise to the state of legend
The future shall look to you as the past
To you is the highest of praise
As the King of Heroes


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This Body is Merely

This body is made from iron
Blood of fire and heart of glass
Crossing countless battlefields
Not once retreating
Not once being understood
Eternal loneliness
Waiting for one's arrival
If there is no meaning to my existence
then this body is merely a sword


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