Hearts of Rusted Iron and Cold Steel
Hearts Of Rusted Iron And Cold Steel
Riding along paths of illusions, glory bound-
Men with steel and fever in hard beating hearts,
Minds driven by deep desires and aching pains
Emotions deeper than anger's greatest depths-
Souls with sharpened sabers in their polished scabbards
Careful in their pride, they nourished goulish intensities
Upon spirited horses, they gallop into hell's darkest dins
With courage of demons loosed by the devil's own hands-
In the force of ages, iron blood rising to claim
At the price of death and hot savage burnings
Rare treasures men seek but can never find.
Should life rest within their grasping claws
They that know only darkness and evil desires
Greedy that nothing slips through their paws!
What of the poor and weak, hiding in modern caves
And the innocent that cry for sweet relief
And homes, peaceful in their decaying cities
And children, eager to live life and learn
And Nature's unending course filled with wonder
And the world's promises of forever tomorrows
Shall fate stand aside to bend to that dark will
Shall wicked deeds serve these gods of lust.
When time and its destruction allow such victories
Hope comes as an illusion of death's rewards
Can mankind, find another path for survival
Or will dark tragedy and loss of all prevail?
Robert J. Lindley, 11-27-2015
Poetry form- Free Verse
Note- Muse this morn informed me that she wanted a change, so get up and write anything but a sonnet....
I sat down and in an angry mood and this flowed out...
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
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