Soldiers of old.
Upon the rocks the warrior stands,
a rusted sword within his hands.
Broken dreams and broken trust
push his heart, turned to dust.
His tears do fall upon the sands
as he looks upon his hands.
Into the heavens he soon cries,
as another warrior dies.
But still he sets himself in pride,
as that warrior bled and died.
"Ive seen the pain and what it cost,
innocence and virtue lost."
"But now upon these rocks I stand,
with this sword in my hand.
Broken now and broken then,
never to be broken again."
So enemy and friend behold,
their final tale has not been told.
Their path is chosen, their mind is set,
and I promise you, they're not done yet.
Last goodbye
One shed tear she did cry.
As she bid her love goodbye.
One last kiss, one last embrace.
Then he too must take his place.
So she looked upon the sky, With that single tear she cried.
keep my love safe inside, for with him gone i've surely died
Keep him safe from evils gun, For I know this is the one.
I've begged of thee in the past, But now I ask this come to pass
Bring my lover home safe at last, and make these worthless tears I cry.
this can't be our last good bye.
Fallen
As sit apon this hill watching the sun grow on this field,
I hear the voices of those who died,
and feel the tears of those who cried.
I see her run and fall to his side this girl he loved, before he died.
Her eye shined bluer than any skys filled
with tears that rolled from her eyes,
she screams she yells but still he dies.
His sword she flung in utter rage, her tears still falling on that stage.
But in all her screams and all her tears
it was not that he would not hear or
even that from her arms his soul does fly,
it was more that he said not good bye.
But in the dark void of space a silent new and quiet face
doth speak in vain though she can not hear
im sorry love i miss you dear.
So i stand and kiss her head as i walk with a little dred.
I fought well on this field but the wounds will not heal.
I mean not the ones made with blade
but the ones her heart does save.
Revaloution
Attack they will, Attack they must,
With fire, hate and blood covered thrust.
But to our last, we shall fight,
Through any dark and storm torn night
Alone we stand, resisting all rule,
Leaving their blood in a macabre pool.
Resisting their lies of an evil prize,
With sword and axe we slice and dice.
We are the true.
We are the strong,
Resisting all we believe is wrong.
The Resistance stands where others fall.
So when your heart hears the call,
Come with strength, Come with pride, Come to where your brothers died.
We are the Resistance and we resist them ALL!!!
Exilus Poems.
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