This poem took me four years to write. Literally. One stanza a year. Turns out, every time I thought I was finished writing it, it just didn't seem complete, so I would come back to it again and again, and finally, on the fourth year, I wrote the final stanza and it was perfect.
I can't say what inspired this, just that it was something that had to come out.
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Speaking into Silent Night
Crying out with all our might
Calling forth a demon's legion
To reek havoc on the region.
To scare sweet child in her bed
To put bad things in sweet child's head
To make clear river run purple crimson
With the blood of the village men.
When yonder day breaks and light shoots forth
To shine upon deep valley of Death's fast work
Dear Earth will cry for tremendous loss
At the number of lives this war cost.
Beating drums signal disaster
To follow you into your lives after.
Dreams of catastrophe and paradox
Like the cold unstoppable winter's frost
Shall forever stain a tapestry
Of this terrible unforgivable mystery
Forever meant to shroud this land
Creating a realm of the damned.
Peace is just a foreign word
Whispered silently, too often unheard.
The bitterness of heartless action
Soon cause delayed attraction
To screams and tears
And fright-filled years
Destined to last eternity
Until all mankind must agree
We are One.