This City of Gold

This City of Gold

A Poem by Philosopher King
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Some bitter poetry I wrote when I was younger and miserable

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This city of gold that sits on a hill.  
anointed and blessed by the sun from the rear.

Its massive towers caress the blue and white canvass above.
 it only excepts those of gold, and ask of them for no thoughts 

The next day.

A shroud of black sweeps over the land and creeps towards the city.
Soon, no light squeaks through,
and the city is blanketed in darkness. 

Hugh steel birds soar out towards the distant city with such earth shattering roars.

Behind the steel eagles,
On the horizon,
 the earth rumbles with the stampeding of beasts.

Their feet, ever rotating wheels and huge steel hulls for bodies, 
rushing towards the city's edge. 
They crush all terrain in their path.
and cease at the city's shores.
Their belly's bellow open and a swarm of men flow forth towards the city like a tsunami.

The darkened men rush through the maze of city streets like water sweeping through a channel

With weapons of magic and fire, they let lose thier power on designated targets. 
A cackling like that of  breaking twigs echos through out the metropolis. 
Broken beams of light, like laser beams, shoot out into the gloomy day.

The city unleashes its white blood cells. Its own beasts and men of combat. Soldiers and mechanized beasts dressed in white
Ready to combat the black plague taking over the city. 

The men of disease soon retreat to fetch their mutation into battle

Hugh crates. 
The door fly's open. 
A mechanized behemoth with a red eye, glowing brightly for the lust of blood.
 It steps forth into the world, and takes in the chaos coldly. 

Calculating

Multiple cylinders for a hand, 
it lets loose a barrage of hell-fire that tear its advisories asunder. 
Shreds of raw flesh,
The resistance disperses involuntarily 

Now all is safe,
 he comes forth
 he sets foot on the land and watches the chaos unfold on the horizon. 

His generals follow, 
the disfranchised, 
they too, the free thinkers. 

They hope to reclaim this city of gold, 
This city of gold that rejects the darkened and the silver. 

This city of gold that sits on a hill. 
anointed and blessed by the sun from the rear.


*Inspired by VNV Nation's, Darkangel*
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3-IPG-XnaU">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u3-IPG-XnaU</a>

© 2014 Philosopher King


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This was very lovely and a great read. Well done!

Posted 9 Years Ago



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