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Poetry By: Philip Roberts

Mythological poem about skeletal warriors risen again to wage war against live men.

Submitted:Aug 1, 2011    Reads: 18    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Skeletal warriors hunt
Alone on lonely hillsides,
Where battles once were waged;
Unaware of passing on
Unaware the war has finished,
Unaware of passing decades.

Lifeless grey-boned figures
Questing for living foes,
To reek their chaos upon;
Eager for the days of old
When lives were sold so cheap,
As wars were fought and won.

Steal-wielding creatures
Bones and oozing ichor,
Swinging rusty swords;
Fighting erstwhile battles
Against long-dead enemies,
For decrepit earls or lords.

Reliving long-past battles
Long lost to history,
That few now can recall;
With lances drawn for combat
Riding upon dead ponies,
That aeons ago did fall.

Skeletal warriors yearning
For a swift return to fighting,
To wage war upon living men;
Hoping to cause mayhem
Upon cowering, shrieking soldiers,
As they wage bloody war again.

© Copyright 2011
Philip Roberts,
Melbourne, Australia


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