Tears From the Heavens





Rise upon the shadows of night,
sitting quietly as only to yearn.
Longingly only to take to my fight,
insides passionately, quietly burn.
Never truly knowing what is in site,
knotted, tightened only again to churn.
The whisper softly on the nightly breeze.
For this my world is there to appease.

Nightly, quietly I stand only to see.
As all those around me continue on.
Laughing with in, as they long to be free;
Searching, to expand, to explode, they long,
knowing that they only long to be me.
Singing sweetly their finality song.
To the skies again to aspire flight.
Shamed, fallen, alone, accepting this plight.

They come quickly, quietly swooping down.
Am I to witness the gnashing of teeth?
Leaving their marks, honourably, with out sound.
Knowing their prophesy almost complete.
Historical destruction all around,
here there is nothing left, utter defeat
As the hourglass passes of men; mice
The warnings sent were enough to suffice.

Though the immensity can not be seen.
Carrying their bloody sword, warriors fall.
It is for the humanity, I lean.
Marching forward, the warrior nay shall stall.
To see the streets that shall never be clean.
Facing tomorrow, while tears hide the wall.
Together we stand this warrior and I.
What has come, gone, and both allowed to cry.

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