It has been too long xanga... way too long.
Poem for a forlorn soul
By: Logan T. Myers
A burning branch on a desolate plain of sand that has not been touched for a million years
A plain where forlorn souls end viewing the forgotten past with a million tears
A memory of violence once raged on the shores of this forgotten land
A bloody war that tainted the sky and permeated the sand
A story that has not been told except to those whose job is to protect
A story that continues with me, the last, telling others of this past
A million years ago, when this forsaken land was lush with vegetation and rivers ran clean
Ash was still soil and houses spaced out, giving their masters a silent place in a farming scene
And just north of these little round houses that were so simply made
The great castle with a royal King kneeling at the bed where his dying queen lay
And when the last breath of the dying queen escaped past her full plush lips
The king yelled to the sky that vengeance would one day be his
Soon after he rushed to his war room where he tried to fathom a way
A way to see his queen once more, a wish that grew each day
And as it grew the King they new was slowly changing his views
Views that turned to a neo resolve when a special stranger came with news
A war was brewing from above on high and the time was ripe to strike
While gods were dueling against great gods and their armies were busy with the fight
The stranger said to make a pact with the darker gods of night
And lured him with the uniting of his darling wife, his light
So came a sad day soon after, when the King did readily agree
When he summoned a meeting with the Gods of Night, the most powerful, the three
An alliance they made and a suggestion they kept, to lay low for a bit
To bolster their forces and strengthen theirs arms and train troops as they saw fit
But unknown to them that by this time the heavens had calmed down
And Goodly Gods realizing the troubles of what they faced and went counter round
They decided to take no chances but attack and kill off the head
If only they knew that their plan would not come to a silent, swift end
The battles were bloody and tirelessly fought with millions dead on each side
And though the mortals were stronger then angels their stamina's cap was ends bride
The land around started to turn black and death was resounding around
A song that mourned for the billions of ones on who lady death had crowned
And finally when the land turned ash and the stench was like smog in the air
An angelic push was sent to the Great Castle who's scars marked the years and scare
Still with many of the imposing towers fallen down or near
The castle held to its last moments till the turning of the year
But one dark day as it now always is the great iron doors buckled in
An angelic troupe rushed through the masses, the glories of what was, been
The mad king was taken down, one angel at each side
In the dark haze he looked at them and took his last long sigh
And in that breath before he saw the heart sword coming in
He called upon a blessing, a curse from his wish, his sin
He wanted to make the land on which he stood the living view of his heart
How he felt from when his love was taken from him at the start
And so transformed his land to this, lasting through present today
Where still his fiery passion burns to rekindle those memories that may | 
