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Such Sacrifices as These (Parts 1,2 & 3)

April 10, 2014
By Astarte24 BRONZE, Boulder, Colorado
Astarte24 BRONZE, Boulder, Colorado
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Favorite Quote:
"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.”- Neil Gaiman, Coraline


(Part One, Enmity)

Brighter than light,
Quickening flight,
To enemy hands you fall,

The thrill of the speed,
Yet you begin to bleed,
In enemy hands you fall,

With wind to their backs,
And bones that can crack,
To enemy hands they fall

(Part Two: The Dead,the Dying)

Breath of life
in the
Dark of night

Footsteps are cold
Down the winding road

Snow
and a
kiss of cold

Wuthering and pondering
existence
Breaking hands and feet in
resistance

And I lay
Down my head
At the feet
Of the dead

And I wonder
Is this all we are facing in the night?
With all the hearts
That are breaking in cold starlight?

So far from home,
We wander
still

With faces grim
and masked with
filth

Close the emptiness
In their eyes
Tell their parents what
We didn't find

Let them open their
Mouths
And scream to the
Night.

(Part 3: Disintegration)

The Silence grows
Ever more so
And grasps at the sickening
mind

With mangy claws
and open jaws,
The Shadows swallow your time.

Teeth and bare bones
Gleam white against stone
And your heart leaps into scalding flame

With the creatures surrounding
and feelings rebounding
you crumble into smoldering remains

Yet as a phoenix you rise
to your highest heights
Your ashes smoking beneath your boots

And within your return,
You watch the sky burn
To the sounds of trumpets and flutes.

Yet as you come back
The sky is all black
And you crumble again
From the roots.


The author's comments:
I wrote thisthese song(s) as a ballad, but a tune soon followed after. It formed itself after I had participated in the Occupy Wall Street movement for a while. I had recently watched (and read) Les Miserables, and (while the whole book and movie made me cry) the song "Empty Chairs and Empty Tables" really got to me, because I realized that all of my friends that I had met in Occupy could die if it turned into a full fledged revolution. The words were drawn up by the pain and loss others had experienced. A pain and loss that I fear might become my own.

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