Within the fatal mist faces beckon me Calling me back to memory's forsaken sea Centuries of sorrow whisper ancient fears Oceans of blood and rivers of tears The cries of the dying join the screams of the dead For Time is where their life was bled I see ghostly eyes in blues and greens In ethereal woe they lament lost dreams Caught in the fever of an endless trance They re-enact the cruel play of destiny’s dance In haunted voices they chant melancholy songs Of slaughtered pride and infinite wrongs Loss of love of joy of life Slain by fatal bloody knife Here are the broken and the lost The forgotten heroes of a glorious past Lovers with eyes that made angels blush Burning with the heart’s ardent rush Where are the songs that gave breath to the air The lingering delight of beauty’s stare Where are the feet that could outpace destiny Captured by the mist in the chains of mortality And I hear the eternal outrage of the stars I rage with the might of Venus and Mars Once more I look into fate's scornful eyes They are the victims of his deadly disguise For here within the storm of this fight I have remembered the horror, the eternal night With all the long dead souls I see That kindle the fire of my dreams In courage or fear shall we not soar For what are we, if not the scions of war Into that undying storm we fly Though heaven and hell our souls tie Beyond this deadly mist that leads On to our dreaming Elysian Fields
Reason for writing:
This poem is a lament written from the perspective of Alexander the Great for the Heroes of Homer and the lost Greek Heroes
Birth sign: Aries
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