Month: January 2024

The poem is based upon the revival after World War II and the formation of the United Nations.

As the foretold unfurled
The portentous battle hurled,
For hearts, wrenched in blood and woe
The graves held bodies to sow.

There came a genocide to follow
To live, was unclear ‘morrow
With ominous winds came a question,
Who escaped this intervention?

An ardent cry was cornered, ignored
As the pleas for help groaned
In a battle where nations sundered
A question for the masses was left unanswered.

The rumbles of fear intoned,
In a battle where hell mourned,
Staggered stood the pleas of martyrs,
And thus came into being the UN charters.

The holocaust had deepened
As the denouement neared
The Fate Weavers of the Day
Had drifted the fiasco away

With prophecies of dawn in array
The UN was the change which reformed the century
The one that drove out penury
The one that drove out treachery…

I march down the woods,
Riding the magical being under the hoods,
Crossing the snowy mountains and the dry deserts,
I find myself in the lap of death with all my efforts.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Searching the forest of darkness as a scout
Hunting for the Fortress of Fear,
As a find even the dainty green leaves a doubt,
The roots of the trees wait as I tear,
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The Moldy Mountain up my sight,
Was awaiting the search tight,
The climbing was tricky,
But as were the screeching sounds of something sketchy.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Amidst the sounds, came a frightening touch,
Was it a silly branch or ghosts in bunch,
I stood there, feeling someone,
It was the Petrified Phantom, the servant of the dark one.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The phantom was ready to swallow,
As my help’s cry went hollow.
Nature heard my yelp,
And sent the best help.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The charm of the nature was a shooting star as a flaming stun,
It landed the ghost on its back, and we won.
I embarked upon my journey again,
Only to meet a spider in the glen.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

The spider shot a web of bones,
But the nature yet again called some gnomes,
To protect me as I marched along,
Still wondering long.
While the dark lord is nowhere to be seen.

Finally, as I reached the fortress of fear,
I cared for my dear,
I left him by the side of the castle,
To avoid the further hassle.
While the dark lord stood above to be seen.

The dark lord smirked as I lurked,
He held out his wand in the moonlight,
Only for me to have been reworked,
I too held my wand tight.
While the dark lord was in front of my eyes.

Spells shot from my wand,
The dark lord was ready with a response.
But, ultimately, he lost,
Forgetting his boast.
While the dark lord was in front of my eyes.

The final blow of my wand’s spell,
Took the life of the one who wished nothing well,
The dark lord lay dead,
Bestowing peace as the prophecy had once said.

“Surrender,” they said; I ran away.
Ran until I couldn’t breathe, my mind led astray.
I ran until I couldn’t, the inevitable unawaited;
Looked back to find a mind in pain and a heart sated.

“Power through!” She yelled, “stay with me,
You must, for me,” and she set me free.
Braiding my emotions, she looked down with glee,
Painted the crater in my chest and handed a heart to me.

She took it back and filled it with light,
“Don’t worry, love,” she said, “Ignite.”
She gave it back, with joy for me to see,
But it belonged to her, I knew with all in me.

Her eyes were the ocean, sultry and deep,
My own welled with tears, and emotion I let seep.
She picked off the crown, the crown she wore,
Her heart the sky; with stars galore.

“Take it, and find your way,
Leave all those who hurt you at bay,
For your worth shines brighter than the moon,
Remember why you started, and don’t change your tune.”

“Who are you?” I asked, a storm awake in my soul;
“Mother.” She said, her voice keeping me whole,
“I am who brought you forth, and so I did for you,
To not doubt yourself and bring glory anew.”

“I create, I destroy, I strengthen and allay,
I am nature,” she said, and walked away.

I clutched what I held and pressed it to my chest,
Wondering who she was, who left me at my best;
Opened my palm, and gazed far like a dove,
Into the heart she left, the heart filled with love.