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Sitting In the Rocking Chair

Sitting in the rocking chair,
Watching the children grow,
Waiting for the day to come,
For my final rest.

I watch the world with ancient eyes,
A smile upon my face,
As it passes me by.
Sitting in the rocking chair,
My mind all aglow,
Melancholy mood,
As my children grow old.

Waiting here upon the porch,
Hat upon my head
My eyes twinkle with happiness,
My children’s children greet me now,
Hug me in my rocking chair,
The gentle hugs fill my brittle bones with warmth,
And I gaze upon them with joy,
Knowing this is the future,
While sitting in the rocking chair.

I gently rock back and forth,
My voice old and dry,
My son hands me some water,
And I speak again,
Telling them of when I was young,
Before this rocking chair.

With a sad smile upon my face,
I watch them leave my home,
Waving goodbye as they drive away,
Tears dripping from my eyes,
As I sit in this rocking chair.

Slowly I stand up,
From the rocking chair,
Hobble inside, steady and slow,
Get into bed and go to sleep,
And wake up in a bright place,
And see my rocking chair.

I sit down,
And smile at the gatekeeper,
And here I wait still,
I shall see my children soon.

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The Blood Moon

Red moon in October night,
Crimson sprays, from pale light.
Earth’s shadow, casting lovely glow,
Red atmosphere transferring light to pale moon,
The Blood Moon shines tonight.

Watch from the land, 
Watch from the sea,
Watch from the air,
Watch from space,
Watch the Blood Moon.

Red light shines down on Earth’s shadow,
Common night displayed in bloody clarity
From land, air, and sea.

Cast lovely light glow around Earth,
From outer space,
Lights out, deep red glow.
No red moon in black depths of space,
But red Earth, made brighter
From the Blood Moon.

A night of sorrow, warrior loss,
Pray for survival,
Of warriors fighting abroad,
Tribute paid to dead warriors of the past,
The Blood Moon shines for the dead to.

Night is over,
The Blood Moon is gone,
One more year, till the time is right,
And the Blood Moon shall shine again,
But now back to life,
Anticipation for the next crimson night.

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Nightmare

Black horse riding on the night,
Red eyes gleaming, parody of blood moon,
Warhorse, armored with steel, ready for war,
Sky horse, living in the world above,
Dawn of night, his name is called,
Nightmare, come, 
The black horse rides down our of the sky,
To the black armored warrior below.

Together Nightmare rides to battle with his master,
Intelligence burning in his crimson eyes,
A nightmare going to war.

Screams ring out in the air, over the bloody battlefield,
The war had begun and Nightmare rejoices,
Trampling and kicking enemies to death,
Nightmare goes to war.

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Trench Warfare

Marching two by two,
Hup Hup, left, right, left,
M-16 fires, death fills the air.
Charge my men,
Fill the field with fear,
Leave the enemy dead in our path.

Up, up out of the trench,
Lines of screaming soldier,
Scattered formation,
Blast of fire, artillery barrage;
Limbs flying in complete disarray,
One, two, three men reach the other side,
Machine guns tear them apart.

Retreat, retreat! The officer yells.
Men turn and run, shelling at their back,
Stragglers gunned down, human shield.
They make to the trench, get some R&R he says,
Tomorrow we’ll try again.

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War

Upon the battlefield, 
Blades clash, and arrow whiz,
Guns fire, and artillery booms,
War is here for eternity.

Never changing, we fight our bloody wars,
Like medieval times, we fight still,
All that has changed is the weaponry,
We still kill one another given the chance.
As a general once said, 
‘War is just another form of diplomacy.’

War in eternity, not even gone when we reach the stars,
Spaceships with guns, 
To fire upon hostile aliens.
War is here to stay.

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The Road

Smooth road never ending,
White as granite, on a sunny day,
Straight path, barely curving,
Home to thousands, 
Tiny towns on the side of the road,
Children frolicking and running amok,
Church bells silent, no religion,
Caravan wagon, trading time.

Two landers, at each end,
Columbia and Cavorvite.
One road, stop at the neck,
Death comes to any mortal that passes there,
Bridge only for Merchantmen.
Destiny town, beyond the bridge,
Forgotten by all but the caravan,
And those on the other side.

Forbidden, forgotten, creator of speckle seed,
No fertile seed leaves the bridge,
Spiral town, primitive,
The road begins there,
And ends in Destiny.

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Tempest

Dark fury rages through the atmosphere,
A tempest of wind, whirlwind of darkness,
An eye of calm, centered within chaos,
Forever winding, twisting and turning,
As dark cloud flash with thunder and light up with lighting.

Great clouds burst and shower down a torrent of water,
The land soaked to the core, towns destroyed.

Tempest fury, forever rising,
Great storms a smoking
Amongst the ruins of the sky,
Tornadoes form,
Earthquakes rattle the earth,
As life is sucked from the land,
Tearing crops from the field.

People die within writhing clouds,
Lightning strikes, mudslides, flooding, tornado.

Death comes in a thousand ways,
The tempest knows them all.

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Forgotten Hope

All sit down, heads in their hands,
No memory of time long gone,
And never remembered.

Forgotten hope, they know it is true,
They feel it in their hearts,
Knowing the word, but not the meaning,
Time runs down the hourglass.

Hope has been forgotten,
Bloody Baron in control,
Never to be remembered
Forgotten Hope,
Gone forever.

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Speak To the Night

Speak to the Night
Can the night hear us cry?
Can it see the pain we sow?
Night is blind to the world around,
And senseless in its black depth,
But its children listen.

Why I speak to the night I do not know,
But for the solitude I seek,
There is no other to speak to.

The light spreads our words to the four winds,
So all can hear the solemn words we speak,
Hear we the night, and its children
listen,
Though it does not.

Why do we listen to the night
and speak to it of our troubles?
Why do we speak to the night,
When it has no ear to listen with
And no eyes to see, and no mouth
to speak reassuring words?
Why waste our free time with black night,
When its only interest is the moon
in all its phases.

Blood, full, and blood moon.
Thus are night’s companions,
Among the other stars,
And asteroids, meteorites, and meteors.
Smile upon the moons bright façade,
The children of the night listen.

Why do we speak to the night?
When no words reach its earless ears,
And our words are lost on nightmares 
of the night.
Why do we speak to the night?
Because it is there.

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The Haunted Door

A haunting house,
I gaze upon within the dark hollows of the hill,
Nestled in the snowy rain,
Black as night, the doorway stands,
Cobwebbed by age.

Great stone walls rise up from the sides of the hill,
Towering above the door, casting shadows upon the ground,
And dead bushes and plants ring the yard,
Filling it with musty smell of death,
But always the dusty tile path,
Leads the wooden door.

Little life lies here upon this hill,
This roofless house is haunted now,
For the stones inside there are names upon
great stones set into the mantle, dust covering the walls.

Here I sat for days on end,
Never moving towards the door,
My thoughts upon that ancient door,
Thinking of entry, opening that dusty door.

My mind made up, I walk towards the house,
Through dark night,
And blizzard winds,
Open that door and walk inside,
It slams behind,
Now I am alone,
Behind that door,
In that roofless house,
Sleeping with those long gone,
Lying in a crevice marked by a granite block.

And here I lie for eternity,
Here I rest at last,
And to heaven I now go,
To greet those from the far past.