This Is Our Year

part victory chant,part fiction,part empathy,part exploration

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray to a deity

hymns you had sang loud
under doctore's heel

perched on the fallen
wrists bound in twine
thirst to replenish
montage of forgottens

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for divinity

lift above the cloud
over poseidon's wave

the arena shouts blood
chained upon the precipice
ravens warn of flood
leaving little time

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for serenity

whip cracks left of ear
sandblasted face is numb

rocks hit you from the crowd
oasis of their soul
second wind of thor
projectiles of death

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for mercy

kneeling before the pulverness
gavel bangs iron willed

calling upon the hounds
wafting of rotten flesh
crying of those angels
under the breaths of isis

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for swiftness

standing with lasted stone
fighting until the death

scratching at eyes and ears
pulling of teeth and bones
koa stands rigid still
splinters to haides' soul

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for deliverance

circled you the martyr
blood is the word on tongues

swinging last breaths
dragging of limbs until splayed
murder by numbers is easy
chariots of justice await

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for an ending

dragged over flames of dead
melted with piercing stares

time bemoans as if halted
collision of foes unintended
bonds are hastily broken
a hostage amongst hysteria

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for kindness

ushered into the shadows
guided through the darkness

taken under notable wings
fed and aided and cared for
seasons passed with horrid dreams
rage fills in every pore

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for yourself

turn upon this master
slaughtering of this house

brazen and bloodied and warm
sunshine finds unfamiliar skin
cloaked,hooded and armed
oracle sight sees the wolves

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

pray for life

lamenting of  the passed

staring through the past

surviving in the fjords
will remains undented
absolution for every blow
cherish the feeling of now

this is our year
this is our time
bury heads in sand
bound wrists in twine

Author's Note

too lazy to use capital letters..they are all work and no reward

Reviews

[Eustacia]

Epic work of art! Really powerful words. A wise, mythic fable.