Well... I'd had hoped to discuss and consider this more, but most of those who I normally discuss poetry with art missing... so sad ;_;. Oh well, this was an excercise in writing first person perspective, running monologue symbolic poetry with interleaving past-present-future perspective. Hope it came out well. Was rather more challenging then it might seem to get the tone. Any comments are welcome.
(Begin poem)
Dreams of a Burning Heart
By Dracos (Somehow drifted into Breath of Fire mythos)
Holding a sword in his hand,
he be but a child of the mind.
His heart be true, yet afraid.
What's this? Fear? No, not fear.
His eyes gleam, raising a blade in pride.
Sword to sword, strike to strike,
His stick... broken.
Pain, glaring. No, not me. Not I.
Eyes widening, fear grasping the heart.
Friend, tossed aside. No, never.
Sword raised. Stick...broken. Nightmare.
Darkness... the eye watches me.
Time...so ephemeral. Sword in hand,
I stand, adult now. Sword and bow.
I'll do it. I'll be the one.
Pride....Childish pride, I need none.
Sister, no. Forgotten. Dead. Lost.
Father...Abandoned...Dead...Gone.
No...Blind eyes...not them. Beast..me?
The eye watches, beast I was.
Friend? Cousin? No...Dead.
My hand? Claw?! Why me.
Father, what...have we done?
The earth rumbles...breaks, what waste.
Mother, found finally. Alive?
Sister, not lost. Sword in hand.
Strike swift. Steel holds, flesh breaks.
They all died and I remained...for what?
Demons all around...friends few, dear friends.
What's this? home? I have no home.
Destiny? Orphans are free.
Beneath the earth, his eye watched me...
The eye gleams, gold....blue. Is this...
Courage? A dream. I forget what was.
They call me... They call me...
Child of destiny...Anifini...
I stand, surrounded by friends,
I refuse the devil's bargain,
and gain strength infinite. No beast am I.
Child of death...Nikanoru, come to me.
He flew before me... Such power, Such hate.
Argh...Frozen stiff. My friends...no..not my friends...
Bastard... you....killed...my...friends....
I see... Past, present future... it cannot change.
No...YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!
Sword in hand. I stand, hatehatehatehate.
destroykillanhillate... fire does not burn.
Such foolish hope, forgotten youth.
Sword in hand, Slash. Blood flying...
He falters...then falls...bastard..beast...
and..I....his...killer? No, not this...
The eye watches me...sleeping in the dark.
It rises...the nightmare...no dead..I killed it.
Him....hate..kill...not I..not his dream...
Sword in hand, Strike. Steel breaks.
It towered, so fearsome....so similar.
Beast..not I...I didn't... Claw to claw.
Hate hate hate hate hate hate hate...kill.
Hand is claw, strike. Flesh breaks...
It would not die... not it...
I'm a broken man...it left, to sleep.
Friends...all dead. Father...dead.
All dead...nothing left...Nikanoru.
destined child.... Why me...
Heart burns...does not forget...
The pain... they who died...in vain.
(end poem)
Dracos
Who once dreamed
I like it Dracos, very nice.
DY
Thanks DY.
Fearless Leader
Compliments always are motivating
Wow... it may partially be the IC depression... but that was damn good enough to make me really pause and stew on it... Thank you for sharing it.
*lacks words to really describe how it made her feel*
introspective,a bit depressing, yet philosophical. now this is my speed. good job drac.. ^_^