Arkose glowing red and the past long gone
Broken iron clay and bones sunk in creeks
Cries and hurting moans reaching from the void
Deprived of their voice and trapped in the dust
Echoing the age of murder and gore
Fighting in their hearts the conquerors siege
Guilty absolution refused for all time
Hatred and revenge flowing in fresh veins
Ingesting the poison slowing down the quest
Jaws swollen from screams, eyes red from despair
Knuckles tightened hard and ready to claim
Left with no remorse, sympathy or will
Mourning what could be and what have been lost
Nights loud with the fear and whispers abound
Of bloodshed untold and buried behind
Purging the old sins
Questioning the dues
Righteous to oblivion, robbing sacred ground
Singing the proud song of doings not fair
Truth woven in haze of the morning light
Upheaval of souls longing to resolve
Victory so bitter, so barren, so vain
What hunts from the tales can not be undone
Xenophobic dread of story reply
Yearning for forgiveness never truly theirs
Zenith so elusive and coursed for all time
About the Creator
Nosti
Hello. My name is Nosti and I am learning to write.
- Runner-Up in #200 Challenge
To the Many Runner-Up in #200 Challenge
To the early mornings and the feelings of a grey, heavy, ambience, where the guilt melts away with the falling rain. To the sound of the birds outside the window, tirelessly executing the exquisite concert of squawks. To my partner to be there by my side, still, loving me like he does, despite all the trouble I might be causing. To his heavy, beautiful arms resting on my waist until it hurts. To the smell of my sheets, lavishly soaked in orange and lavender. To the ten deep breaths and the perfect stillness without intrusive thoughts harassing my mind. To the split second between my feet and the timber floor, and standing there, ready for the world. To the curious potential, the day holds. To remembering that I am here only for a short visit and I might be called to leave at any time. May this year be filled with the charm of the mundane. I wish to stay present and awake, grateful, alive and at peace.
By Nosti4 months ago in Motivation
Lila's Legacy: The Wisdom of Eldergrove
Among a sacred and enduring forest, Eldergrove village, a tiny one, was situated. The villagers were humble, and they closely lived with the nature to which they returned what they owned by the nature and took only what they required. Not far away from them was a young woman named Lila, who all trees could describe their language into her ears. A kind and gentle heart was her own, she has every soul in her hands. Then, one incredible afternoon, Lila was moving past areas that she had never wandered that far before, and she discovered a hidden glade mysteriously bathed by golden rays. The most beautiful tree had its limbs spread out at the heart of the grotto and its silver leaves that glittered in the sun rays. Upon her arrival, she was greeted by the sight of a small leather bound manuscript entrapped in the root clusters, carefully wrapped in the foliage that was the color of emerald, and adorned with intricate patterns of gold. Gloriously, she raised the volume with her heartbeat exactly the same and opened it. Through this sentence the character's bond with the book became stronger. Thus, the first sentence reads, 'She was silent, barely a whisper.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout 12 hours ago in Poets
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I couldn't stop reading. Your writing was really well done!