Tears of Agony

P.X. Vexxus



He stands upon the bloody field

As crimson drips from his stained steel

The world is shadowed, dark and sealed

Inside this nightmare of death and fear

 

As he walks down the path of misery

His eyes bleed with tears of agony

One by one, his beaten brothers fall

He watches them die, for a broken cause

 

A tint of red gleams off brightened steel

Even in the darkness, it looks unreal

He picks up another sword and stands tall

Putting fate to the test, he charges the wall

 

He charges alone, destiny his challenge

Nobody to save him, all is hanging in the balance

Should he fall, there will be no one left

To stand against tyrants who bring inevitable death

 

Men fall before him in shattered pieces

They start to fear the man who calls out freedom

They shiver and shake, they start to tremble

Until all the men, lay down their weapons

 

On their knees they bow before him

But he keeps on walking without sin

Separating his life from his skin

Now his true freedom can begin

  • Author: P.X. Vexxus (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 25th, 2017 01:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: Tears of Agony [May 23, 2016] A story about a man seeking freedom for his people.
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Comments2

  • FredPeyer

    Very well written, kind of reminds me of Joan of Arc. Thanks for sharing!

  • Louis Gibbs

    A noble poetic expression, P.X. Well written!



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