Sonnet(for Lit. class)

The End-Times

And now they come to disrupt the peace quiet, Marching lines wipe away the dew's sweet kiss. With the sword and the shield the stirred riot, Contends to win their own side from the abyss. Fires destroy seas as they destroyed the trees, The wasteland and ruin conform from old June. Least in the farmer's mind are his land's ruined peas, He sees the war and there are men to prune. The old sky is haunted now, a tarnished crystal, The fell men take to the wire, to the bar. Ends in these thistle polished by the pistol, The sounds heard no more are the songs of the guitar. Now these fell places where once dark men brooded, Lay empty now the age of man concluded.

(This was based off a Picasso painting, go figure) How do I feel, How can I say? I just can't piece, Myself together today.

I feel quite odd, I feel quite funny. I don't believe that, My face has ever been so runny.

This is wrong, It isn't right, The room has grown, Very tight.

I have a life jacket, No, that's my coat. Why am I portrayed as, Such a bloat?

I must go now, Can't stay together. Got to find some string, To keep me together.

I watch my mirror and brush my teeth, I part my hair as Moses did the sea. I shun my jacket and drift away, It is time to for me hit the hay.

Jump in to a soft bed, Fall asleep before your head. Just in time for darkness come, I lie on my back and stare and hum.

Bound

Bound, Why can't I move? Tied, The tears of captivity I cry.

Stuck here, Long days longer. Snuck here, Through nights much stronger.

I see little of my, Invisible prison. Bars of air, Chain of season.

I am blind, I am deaf. For my senses, I hold their theft.

No escape. No crime. No retake. No line.

I (We) drift away.

Blind Warrior

I see a mist, It's in my dreams. Watch it drift, Through the seams.

I find me standing, On a plane, Both near and far. My eye's reflect, The glare of stars.

I am waiting, For what I never will see. But I hear the drums, Searching for me.

The swarm comes, I know it. My eye's see, But will not show it.

They are there. They are here. They fall around me, Regarding me with fear.

They were sent here, By a power weary. By hell's gambit, I was their plight. They were to battle, The One of the Night.

I am alone, None left alive, Except one. I hear his soft retreat, In my mind.

God's echo

I see you fall, fall I see you fly. fly I see you live, live I see you die. die

I wish I told, told I wish you knew. knew That life is hard, hard But inspiring, too. too

You'll make it back, back To your feet. feet They'll carry you off, off Now more fleet*. fleet

Jesus loves you. you He knows who you are. are You are one of His. His

*fleet- fast, speedy

The Last Pirates

Drums sound, O'er the land. A miserable lot, Hiding in the sand.

Their ship was burned, To never set sail. They watch in gloom, From their hidden vale.

To soon to be found, Soon to be tried, Soon to be bound, And soon to die.

Lifespeed

Life is strange, In a way. Hard to see much, Before drifting away.

A blur goes by, Are those the days? Is it that the years, Have quickened their pace?

I see it all but, I see nothing. This haze of meaning, Isn't it something?

Last Stand

As the light fades, A hope for the silence, We pray. Never to see another day.

In the distance, Silence is broken. Enemies now march, Toward us, Ranks unbroken.

Their line swells, The wave breaks. A rift opens, Before their wake.

As we watch in wonder, Many fall in, Others to rally. Now bright fire rains down, On those in the valley.

Reinforcements have come, A mage to bring us hope. The herald of victory, And the enemy's mistake.

Leveled are they, The army mighty. No hope for them now, Our pincer closes tightly.

War

The life drains out, Darkness pours in. Hope leaves the land, Once again.

War draws near, It's ever looming. The far off whiff of smoke is here. Plants turn sickly, Never blooming.

Fell men mine their gorge, The vale quickens its pace. The fell men work long in forging, The vale men show not their face.

Battle horns call, Men's hearts stall. Sword for sword they fight away, Fearing to see another day.

Darkness pours in