the fury's chant

arqios


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Hear me, O thundering One,  
Who dances on the graves of fallen kings!  
The age is sick with trembling hands,  
With men who kneel and beg for mercy—  

But we remember iron,  
The song of swords, the fire in the blood!  
Let the weaklings whine of peace,  
While we carve our names in lightning!  

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • Rose of Sharon

    I read this as “the furry’s chant” 😅 Love the poem

    • arqios

      Well that too! Haha… not clickbaiting here.. 😇thanks so much 🙏🏻🕊️

      • Tristan Robert Lange

        So did I, at first. You are not alone. I came in going, hmmm, "who's furry?" 🤣

        • arqios

          🤣

        • Goldfinch60

          We must always keep our strength arqios.

          Andy

          • arqios

            Always! Thanks Andy 🙏🏻🕊️

          • orchidee

            Good write A.

            • arqios

              Thanks O🙏🏻🕊️

            • arqios

              Initial response was quite satisfactory

            • Salvia.S

              Powerful and intense. The imagery is striking!

              • arqios

                Thanks Salvia; much appreciated 🙏🏻🕊️

              • David Wakeling

                Wow certainly some anger here.Justified anger I'm sure.Powerful poem

                • arqios

                  Nice to be able to funnel and still be art, not daily fare but as a communication tool🙏🏻🕊️

                • sorenbarrett

                  Brave words in a weak age. Beyond the eloquence of the words and the classical feel to this poem I take a more modern view of the metaphor. An over reaction to harshness, abuse and discrimination in the past has led the pendulum to swing too far to the politically correct with feelings of entitlement, easily hurt feelings and hypersensitivity. Lazy, timid souls the byproduct. A wonderful poem in either literal or metaphoric form

                  • arqios

                    We have been harvesting what was sown progressively in previous generations 🙏🏻🕊️

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Wow. This feels chillingly close to the rhetoric of certain political figures who paint empathy as weakness and glorify brute strength as moral virtue. Empathy, of course, is now blamed for all the world’s problems—not greed, not corruption, not unchecked testosterone levels (though that one might be speculative 😏), and certainly not disrespecting allies or sovereign nations. Nope—empathy.

                    My poem today touches on this terrain from a very different angle, but perhaps I’m reading this through the filter of the current climate in the USA. Still, I see my nation veering in this direction—not toward glory, but toward a time when the weak are deemed disposable, and the strong (often the rich) get to decide when someone’s expiration date has arrived.

                    Regardless of how this poem was intended, it’s undeniably powerful. It flows wonderfully, and the Norse god imagery really lands. Skål, my friend. A fantastic poem and a fave. 🌹👏

                  • Tony36

                    Excellent write

                    • arqios

                      Thanks Tony. Much appreciated 🕊🙏🏻

                      • Tony36

                        You're welcome

                      • RSM0812

                        This is completely amazing. Great write.

                        • arqios

                          Good of you to say so, thank you kindly 🕊🙏🏻



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