The Death March - The Fall of the Blackbird

 


Regency reigns over the dynasty
Crocodile tears burn through the blood flooded streets
Two coffins, two kings, only one sword to swing
Rivalry is a canon that dooms familial protection

Castle of caskets, was the blood shed worth it? 
Nobody cares for daggers that are dipped in gold
A show of sorrow washes away guilt with the current
Nobody grieves for souls who have touched the sun

Heaven and earth moved on with the seasons
Spring stayed perennial and curses were lifted
The royal grounds stayed buried in the cobwebs
Haunted and doomed until fresh blood finds courage

They all pray for a celestial soldier
Nobody cares for pure hearted intentions
A war should be fought for the not in the name of the devils
Nobody grieves for altruistic deception

The angel motifs serenade the bodies in the cathedral
Frescoes of saints beg on their knees for forgiveness
Unto faith has a fatal chronic sickness befallen
Heavenly tears leave these battle grounds fertile

What does one do when the men touched by God leave ruin in their wake?
Rhythmic stomping, heart attack pounding, quiet relief in breaths
Unto faith when a fatal chronic sickness befalls 
Heavenly tears wash away the memory of the war. 


-auctor


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Goodbye

Sapphire - CANDOUR

marion - haven

Little Things

Prometheus - CANDOUR