The End

 

Forlorn they cry where shadows lie
And husbands leave the home
Sons and brothers, uncles and fathers,
Across a dead land roam

Skies of black above their backs
Shoulders hunched by woe
A weary tred as legions head
To face the tyrant foe

For rest they yearn while fires burn
Beacons on the horizon
Terror signs of evil times
And shadow hordes arising

A shifting cloak of boiling smoke
An acrid rotting smell
Hid beasts of death with poisonous breath
Eyes lit with fires of hell

Face to face with weapons raised
In a land gone black with blight
Brave men roared when arrows soared
Shadows called delight

On that field did no man yield
Each and all were slain
The shadow hordes and Midnight Lords
Marched on to bloody reign

©Aarron Mondello 29/7/2018

The Hunter

A bubbling cookpot over a fire

Diced meat and roots were stewing

Behind his red-rimmed tired eyes

Dark thoughts and storms were brewing

Back and forth the memories ran

In bleak shadows on his face

Lazy circles of a wooden spoon

Were in the cookpot traced

Screaming echoed in his mind

Those lost being lost again

Mechanically he raised his bowl

And spooned the thick stew in

All he loved was lost now

All his life was bled

Moonlight glinted on cold steel

As he tallied up his lead

Blood for blood he hunted

Through the land he crept

Those he sought would know him

And rue the tears he’d wept

The sun was not yet rising

When he pulled his small camp down

In the predawn chill and grey

He was a wraith without a sound

Coppyright Aarron Mondello

27/7/2018

Heroically Dead Deeds

By Aarron Mondello

1/12/2017

Ten days and nights
The battle raged on
A battle of which
Minstrels made songs
Telling the deeds
Of the heroically dead
Leaving out details
Of fear and death
Glorifying glamorising
The horrors of war
Convincing the gullible
That in death there is honour
But no honour can be found
In soiling ones pants
In the final split second
Before a killing blow lands
Can you have pride
In taking a life
Stealing a husband and father
From children and wife
Will you manage to forget
The many deaths at your feet
Or will the ghosts of the slain
Haunt you in sleep
An eye for an eye
Will leave the world blind
But those rich in power
Really don’t mind
If the world at large
Can no longer see
Anything except
Heroically dead deeds.

© Aarron Mondello2017


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