No.33
A rose rides low like erosion of comets
A meteor strikes foes, imploding upon it
A shakespearian sword, a soldier of sonnets
only fearing the lord whose hold is stone, onyx
but if he stood in opposition's facing
would he be praised or would he be chasing?
A dream falls to pieces unless it is pursued
esteem for complacence means envy all consumes
and if a man chases desires, not embracing the fire
He does himself disservice as great as a pyre
Lust for possession, a gluttonous weapon
and thus intersection must fade for a function
So fear not my child, this fable is nothing
fear only inaction, disabled and stunting.
No.34
>edited slightly
A rose rides low as erosion of comets
A meteor strikes foes, imploding upon it
A shakespearian sword, a soldier of sonnets
only fearing the lord whose hold is of onyx
but were he to stand in opposition's facing
would he be praised or would he be chasing?
A dream falls to pieces unless it's pursued
esteem for complacence means all envy consumes
and if a man chases desires, not embracing the fire
He does himself disservice as great as the pyre
Lust for possession's a gluttonous weapon
thus this intersection must fade for a function
So fear not my child, this fable is nothing
fear only inaction, disabled and stunting.
No.35
>Sonnet #2
A torch's flame burns as bright as the wick
candles coarse with wax that's white to the tip
A soldier blames fate for the rifles he grips
cold, but maintains for his life has been stripped
insightful and spry, able minded and wise
taking strides all in time in the face of strife
erasing life from their faces, sniped
invading at night and raiding, a blight
a cancer, disease, the plague of the fight
ensnared in cages, contained by their might
and there it wages an ageless vermin
a rat reaching into brains, in rage unfurling
engaging early, children slain and curling
corpses litter the floor as the days are burning.