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Like some ancient Pagan god of Justice and Revenge... |
I: You and I We set our eyes upon some distant star And, so in love, endeavored Only to curse these tiny, fragile bodies That would sooner die than deliver us there. All our hopes and haunts, our frustrated dreams, Little more than the dust of a million years before. Maybe someday rediscovered, studied on another world, Surely to be scorned by most as nothing short of fools But held aloft as heroes by a few, To forsake the safety of our home and, never satisfied, Cast ourselves into something so cold and vast As what lies between, or the lengths we would go To overcome the relativity of existence and insignificance. II: But these idealistic things Aren't quite as omnipresent as I'd have them seem. Mine is a pragmatic philosophy, Proverbs to sustain a mind as content with ignorance As it would ever be to rail in such a way against it. I wish I had the means to say just how readily I could accept a world comprised of nothing more Than 'You and I', the night, this mountainside. It's times like this I wish I'd never learned To speak, or write, or feel, or think. I wish for once I could say what I really mean: How easily you complicate the simplest of my certainties. How easily I could resent you just for loving me. III: For to turn back in surrender, now After all the years it took to reconcile This part of me that yearns to be The dust that reached a distant star, If it meant no more than I could finally consider "Us" as casually as others do But lose, in turn, that awesome voice - That razor's edge of clarity - This part of me that craves a proper legacy, That speaks in terms of Epics and Eternity, That goes to war and, thus far, knows only victory. IV: I could tell you how it feels to be invincible, To stand alone unbeaten on the battlements And rage against a world that was my enemy. Rage against a world that dared to challenge me. Like some ancient Pagan god of Justice and Revenge I stood alone, content, until it felt As if I stood for nothing but the way of war itself. V: You and I We set our eyes upon some distant star And in the time it took to point it out, I knew That all my wars had raged around the thought of you, That all it took was something beautiful To leave behind a fight that I could never lose And pick the one that I so desperately wanted to. *Author's Note: This is a style of poetry I like to describe as "very well aware of itself" when it comes to its own delivery. Consider it as more of a spoken piece, if necessary. Thanks for your time! ~Drew |