The Deathless Reborn

A reboot of one of my first poems, The Deathless. I wanted to continue where I left off, but better.

Deathless Reborn

 

We fight for grace, honour, debased but traces this space with the strength to circumvent the offenders, never surrender

Until the moment I’m a goner, I will harness my trauma and bury my enemies carcass, force you to remember

Under the yonder, defeated by the monsters of the Deathless

 

We are the pieces of a puzzle, unsolved, subtle

The blood puddled on the battleground shows the muddled struggles of a warrior

Together under the red flag of the Emperor’s dismemberers, the reaper is nothing but an unbeliever, in the eyes of the Deathless

 

Broken banners of shattered shields, splattered guts, and battered wills, voyagers that simply kill for the thrill and feel of the fight because it’s our right, our meal, the only thing that’s real

Screaming war cries, til the sunrise, ’s on these fields, feel our might as the demons yield try to escape our greatness, with their lives, survive our evil, what a lie

We bring the carnage with honest blood and steel, magic so real, bullets that feel the strength and merciless murderous intent of the unbroken women and men of the Deathless

 

The others fear us, some revere us, others mirror us to take our form, like we take the world by storm, reborn forlorn sworn to wage battle on the newborns scorn, rattle them with our chants, we were born for battle, from our armour to our bones, our dance of warriors lances, swords, and war horns, last chance, end the war with one charge, unbarred, a storm

Slipping through the hands of god like sand, born to murder our burdens, worn but never broken ever learning, strong and never weakened, playing but never beaten, speaking through the bleakness so potent, resistance is hopeless, the skirmish is over, turn the tide even if the army’s the size of oceans like it’s the language we’re speaking, and your silence is hopeless, we’ll leave you bleeding, motionless, broken in a moment

We go seeking the gold at the end of this rigorous road, the story told from hearts so cold, that they froze boldly in the days of old that hold onto the only memory of the Deathless, nostalgia that’s precious, from blood and effort, to set the record straight

 

No other can face our brothers, face fate, wait to be slaughtered and martyred we are the fire starters burning down your base, erasing any chance of patency, sacredly breaking ye

Forsaking your broken bodies as they bleed to keep our code, break the mould, with evil souls and hearts of coal, colder than the hoards on the border of this land, stronger than god has made a man

While we take the opponents base in storm on land because this is the only norm we know, demanding to keep standing, reprimanding send our enemies below, abandoned, leave them buried under the snow, and rain their blood onto the world, to sacrifice the lives of others, just another number in the name of the Deathless

 

 

 Behold the power making our enemies bow like cowards to the flower blooming in the desert, resurrected letters that form your better, never surrender to the last defender

The weathered feathers of a phoenix, the same tune as before but remixed sounding the cleanest, we are an achievement you better believe it, slaying demons in a sequence, in a moment, make you hopeless, you're full of hole, open, indecent

Feelings from years ago or recent foes we are reliving those speaking tomes given sinning winning realized in the realness of, continuing from the beginning felt in the hearts and minds of the Deathless, unforgiving, for we will never die

Spoken in the tongue of The Deathless

For the day that these words will once again scream from the mouths of our enemies

We are reborn

 

 

 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[wordman]

powerful message jack,and i guess it`s true

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"We are the pieces of a puzzle, unsolved, subtle
The blood...struggles of a warrior" This my favorite line!
This is a beautiful piece but I am a bit confused about the theme. I shall be glad if you could summarize this poem... I am sure it would become more interesting for me.
Thanks for always sharing your poems with me...
Good Luck😊

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

The theme is a war chant of a fantasy mercenary band from ancient times. It's from the same universe as a story I wrote years ago, called The Life Of Chronos.