Mystical Meanderings

Poem by: Mr Watson

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The battle between dark and light. Just thoughts!!

The day grows dull

Stifling the light

Darkness surrounds the all but bright

Onwards come the disciples of power

As all is still

Before the hour.

There's a hush of silence

Of sheer surprise

What dwells beyond our darkening skies

Those that dither are preoccupied

Remorseful of the ones that died.

STAND YOUR GROUND

A shout goes up

As flaming torches burn

Beware the dark

As voices hark

The strong they will return.

Masked men in horns

Ride unicorns

Axes clatter steel on steel

Side by side they ride

Shields ready to reveal.

In vale or county

We are their bounty

Hopeless in all but name

Fight or flee

your destiny

In this life's dark morbid game.

Deathly cries

Are the saviours prize

All that dwell amongst the dark shall rise

Whom shall decide

When there's nowhere left

Then all on earth will feel bereft

Beyond the sea's

That catch the breeze

The doomed shalt wander west

Until the dark winter

the wolves do howl

And those that we detest.

When all is lost

A battles cost

Never shall we see

As sunlight awakens those

Afore the new dawn sets them free.

Mr, Watson

January 2018

Submitted: January 10, 2018

Fantasy fantasy dark light battle thoughts-war

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unmasked delusions

This is great, Watson. i read it twice. So many beautiful lines to be taken in slowly and appreciated/thought over. This might be my new favorite by you.

Wed, January 10th, 2018 5:18pm

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Thanks for reading and commenting Unmasked i'm pleased it conjured up some imagery !

Wed, January 10th, 2018 10:17am

hullabaloo22

'Masked men in horns, ride unicorns, axles clatter steel on steel' -- brings to my mind some version of the Wild Hunt, made more dramatic with fire and flames. I'm with unmasked here, Mr Watson; this must be one of your very best!

Wed, January 10th, 2018 9:29pm

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Thanks for reading Hully and the compliments, I let my imagination run free just to see where it ended !

Thu, January 11th, 2018 5:58am

Jeff Bezaire

Incredible work, sir! I just finished watching the first season of Vikings the other day and this poem stirred up the mystical power and sorrowful destiny of those great warriors who fight for the privilege to dine in Valhalla with the gods, chosen by the Valkyries when it's their time to leave their brothers and celebrate in the Great Hall. You strongly capture the melancholy of their loss. How you express their passing and their funerary honour creates an impression as though they themselves have become gods. Wonderfully done. There is great power in your words. A fitting tribute to the fallen warriors of old.

Wed, January 10th, 2018 9:35pm

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I thought i'd try and paint a picture with words and let the reader decide what it's all about.
You conjured up some great imagery in your response Jeff. Thanks for looking in : )

Thu, January 11th, 2018 6:02am

Chris Green

I enjoyed this a lot, Mr Watson. Makes me wish I could write verse.
Regards
Chris

Thu, January 11th, 2018 11:03am

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I'm pleased you enjoyed it Chris, I hope it created a vision !
Regards
Barry

Thu, January 11th, 2018 6:13am

B Douglas Slack

An excellent poem, whether one reads it metaphorically or realistically. I viewed it as a perfect example of "It was a dark and stormy night" set to verse, enhanced by vivid imagery. Well done, Barry.

Bill

Thu, January 11th, 2018 6:21pm

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Thanks for reading and commenting Bill, I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

Fri, January 12th, 2018 7:00am