In the Wings of the Truth

An attempt to shake the dust off the hearts of people, in order to realize what's happening in the world. and to resurrect the will to change.

These are the evil days

Goblets filled with blood, and madness

In the eyes...

The hearts no longer beat

Only frozen stones in the depth

Of our chests

How sharp is the blade

That cuts through the soul

With eternal scars upon our future

We ride towards the end

Blind eyes in the dark but the path is always clear

For the evil ways are visible

Even to those who cannot see

In this ceremony of autumn’s failure

We are the scapegoat,

Of ourselves

Gallows and venom

Then an endless path

Towards salvation

That has always been inside

We could not conjure what dwelt within

Till the great end smoked it out

And then it slipped away

In this cursed forest that once was our home

We turned the truth into a mirage

Like a swift bird it flew away

And left us with nothing but grief

And the endless burden of regret

We crawled to the false savior

And the savior spat in our faces

How swift thy wings

O’ truth…how swift thy wings!

Reviews

[The Scholar]

Wow, that was good. Your word choice was perfect,
"Goblets filled with blood," "frozen stones in the depth Of our chests," and
"Gallows and venom," all attributed to the grim and horrid state of affairs.
And the last stanza closed it perfectly. Nice write.

[Wolfhilde]

Oh, that is a very nice poem you have written! Really is! I enjoyed the story you're telling, and the way you use words. nice one!