Saturday's Poem

                                                                 The Purging of Sovengrad

Greeting, my dear comrades
You may not know nor care who I am
For I am merely a lost soul that wanders
the fields of eternity

Listen, listen closely and listen well
For I shall tell you a dreadful tale
Of how innocent lie dead
And their family fell
Because of tyrannical greed
That comes straight from hell

The Sun was shining as bright as it could be
And the children were playing on the field as far as the eyes could see
But little did they know, that the sky shall yell and wail
As blood trickles, drenches from the faces that grew pale

Lives were shattered
Souls were released
The villages cowered
As the soldiers feel pleased

The great purge were upon us, descent
It stomps its feet on my people without consent
For I was there you see, looking with my one good eye
What would I do, if I were to die..?

I took up arms
Killing left and right
But to what extend
Can one man fight

So I lay there
Bloodied and battered
As my hands were tied
And my head, crushed and shattered

Now here lies one man
Who's soul shall forever be lost from hand
For now I can only wonder
What was left of my glorious Motherland.