I will not bow to cowards
I do not know you
But I know from where
Your voice emanates
Exploring the Human Condition Through Writing
I will not bow to cowards
I do not know you
But I know from where
Your voice emanates
Savagery
The voice of man
That we speak another language
Is our greatest fallacy
To touch your scars
In remembrance of life
In good health we keep the child
Defenseless without constant vigilance
So it may live
Strengthen with age and wisdom
I am what I am
Not a mouse
Not a god
Things I can never be
Finding fallacy
In the vivid dream
That I sleep with
For what I know as eternity
No paradise to find
Not after it was taken
That which we never knew
That which we will never know
I see the splendor
As it is offered to me
I see the eternity
While I walk with sword in hand
Our skulls will one day be as theirs
A rotting edifice
Those dreams and memories once held
That the bones hold no longer
They envy us
The gods
Every fleeting moment lived
Gives our final place in the order
We cannot fathom infinity
We lead with our mortality
A deed is done and made greater
Knowing that it may be our last
We do not kill
That which was our right
To take a life
But we abstained
However insignificant
A death should not be meted
Without just cause
Or the cause of conquest
I hold that small comfort
That even the stars share our mortality
That the heavens are not eternal spheres
Mocking in their perpetual solitude.
Cut from the light
Nothing can shine here
No glitter from a soul
No absolution