The Revolutionary Cycle

[Vespertilio91]

The Revolutionary Cycle

Nothing could defile the blissful fountain
That spouted the joy of the world,
But still a vengeful fire remained alight.
It dwelled, invisible, until…
They said, “It is time”—
Time to open the doors of silence,
Bring forth the cataclysmic overthrows,
Rejoice in the misery of mindless violence,
And leave behind a dismal trail of blood.
As the coup encircles the peripheral light,
The militia battles in ravaging chaos,
Resolves in inattentiveness,
And disbands completely;
Yet the bitter fire burns—
Buried underground, waiting for
Another chance to strike.

 

[ValkyrieRaven88]

I like it. It's very different from your usual poems. They're usually more "this is happening to me" but you start off with an image and metaphors and continue with them. Good job. I shall award you with a kitty smiley.

=^-^=

 

[Vespertilio91]

Thank you for the kitty smiley. Any suggestions on the poem? Believe me, it probably could be better. This was one of the hardest poems to write that I've ever tried. I just couldn't think of the right words...and it felt so out of my style, but I wanted to try it.