The beast roars in wasted lands Scream your anger o'foolish man Desperation blown Through trumpets of fear No warrior rises To bear his armour Stamp your feet! Shout! Shout! Futile gestures Born in pride and shame Defeat circles Seeks her prey Shaken fists and silver falls Miseries laughter strides the beast Ancient Glory's found her ruin Tumble down little man Lumber, shriek and claw Vanities reward Salvations' loss
Reason for writing:
I don't always know where the "inspiration" comes fom in a poem.
Poems are more like gift I'm given. A place I,m taken to and
I just write what I see. I was in a frustated state of life, and I think
that shows through.
Birth sign: Cancer
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