My shadow’s there, through light of day,
The brittle wind that my heart shakes,
Come the night, lost far away,
I fly alone for my mistakes.
Hear the cry on morning leave,
But still a comrade do thee crave,
And my silent companion beside me,
But sorrow sinks in hollow caves.
Alone through skies of Harrow blue,
Here my plea, my humble cry,
In doubt of life I find not you,
Alone, alone, beg you why not I?
Forget my sorrows you say,
And begin not my feeble plight,
You say you’re there, and to you I pray,
But why do I traverse a solo flight?
Why do thou pledge immortal grief?
When not with true sorrow do you weep?
Depart mine sins of harsh relief,
And callous despair dare thee seep.
Fallow is the bitter woe,
In time of hardship pilgrims greet,
To what lands do these harsh winds blow?
If not home, then where do thy meet?
Pardoned crimes in bitter angst,
Meek is mine, but not is yours,
Wash thee the deck of darkened planks,
And close not mire, but wooden doors.
Fathom seeks as Fathom might,
Shadows fall from yonder moon,
Forbidden is enlightened sight,
If time shall tell, tell not it soon.
Scream your mercy, scream you life,
Doomed are they, who follow the trail,
If not the maid, your shallow wife,
For all who seek are deemed to fail.
Excuses on your burdened lip,
Lift the saint, from which you fly,
Cleanse your hand and Holy trip,
And wonder not child, wonder why.
Question not the unjust rule,
On thy own head hang thy pitied voice,
For no God’s hand shalt be do cruel,
Nor shall he impose with lack thee choice.
Pointed tips spark feuded war,
In battle grounds blood is spilt.
And not in peace does shine mine star,
But indeed the reddened roses wilt.
Has thee forgotten where thou stands?
Unspoiled valour what the flow,
These are not your hated lands,
But stained are they from doth hammer’s blow.
Lonely is the child that screams.
Forlorn the prison walls that bar the way,
And dust thy dare in spite to dream?
And honoured are they whom privileged stay.
Terror shuns the modest like,
With mine raging water’s blatant greed,
What the hammer dare to strike?
What the hour that martyrs plead?
Forgotten moments are reborn,
To be wiped clean with desperate tears,
Not with anguish, but what with scorn?
Doth love be shattered with putrid fear?
Hatred turns to hated men,
Marked are souls with kindled wrath,
Far lost are they who deem repent,
But I walk alone, on broken paths.
Protect the flock! From JP and Hachette!
JonQ's Comments
Comment Wall (29 comments)
If I'm stalking you back XD
You still haven't seen me XD
Don't look out your window >.>*Waves*
What do they say?
My shadow’s there, through light of day,
The brittle wind that my heart shakes,
Come the night, lost far away,
I fly alone for my mistakes.
Hear the cry on morning leave,
But still a comrade do thee crave,
And my silent companion beside me,
But sorrow sinks in hollow caves.
Alone through skies of Harrow blue,
Here my plea, my humble cry,
In doubt of life I find not you,
Alone, alone, beg you why not I?
Forget my sorrows you say,
And begin not my feeble plight,
You say you’re there, and to you I pray,
But why do I traverse a solo flight?
Why do thou pledge immortal grief?
When not with true sorrow do you weep?
Depart mine sins of harsh relief,
And callous despair dare thee seep.
Fallow is the bitter woe,
In time of hardship pilgrims greet,
To what lands do these harsh winds blow?
If not home, then where do thy meet?
Pardoned crimes in bitter angst,
Meek is mine, but not is yours,
Wash thee the deck of darkened planks,
And close not mire, but wooden doors.
Fathom seeks as Fathom might,
Shadows fall from yonder moon,
Forbidden is enlightened sight,
If time shall tell, tell not it soon.
Scream your mercy, scream you life,
Doomed are they, who follow the trail,
If not the maid, your shallow wife,
For all who seek are deemed to fail.
Excuses on your burdened lip,
Lift the saint, from which you fly,
Cleanse your hand and Holy trip,
And wonder not child, wonder why.
Question not the unjust rule,
On thy own head hang thy pitied voice,
For no God’s hand shalt be do cruel,
Nor shall he impose with lack thee choice.
Pointed tips spark feuded war,
In battle grounds blood is spilt.
And not in peace does shine mine star,
But indeed the reddened roses wilt.
Has thee forgotten where thou stands?
Unspoiled valour what the flow,
These are not your hated lands,
But stained are they from doth hammer’s blow.
Lonely is the child that screams.
Forlorn the prison walls that bar the way,
And dust thy dare in spite to dream?
And honoured are they whom privileged stay.
Terror shuns the modest like,
With mine raging water’s blatant greed,
What the hammer dare to strike?
What the hour that martyrs plead?
Forgotten moments are reborn,
To be wiped clean with desperate tears,
Not with anguish, but what with scorn?
Doth love be shattered with putrid fear?
Hatred turns to hated men,
Marked are souls with kindled wrath,
Far lost are they who deem repent,
But I walk alone, on broken paths.
I'm afraid for your well-being.
That really is scary...
I was kind of sad when I wrote it...I added a few more stanzas:
Years of suffering laid ahead,
Thy hell’s gate greet of doomsday drums,
Morrow rise in this ere stead,
But morning brings and mourning comes.
Freedom is not there for thee,
Alas become the dead on brave,
Thou can’t run on one’s own feet,
So curse my bones, mine rotting grave.
The friends one is weird...
My mom said I'm not allowed on MX because she saw a video with the f-word in it.
It still says I'm signed in I believe.
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