Poem #84: Once Said
#85 of Poetry
I feel like there's some sort of moral in here...
Well, this is my first dialogue poem. It's kind of more of a rough draft, and I may change things later, depending on my mood.
Just got in the mood to write something, and this is what came from it. Please comment and tell me what you think! :)
Once Said
The cruelest man alive once said
To an old man of Ember's Bed:
"Now, see here, you old and ugly, lonely man
With all of my power, I will destroy your clan
For every man, woman and child
There will be a death made by beasts wild
All of the buildings, crop, and game
Will be put to the test versus flame
All your prayers and all you hold dear
Will be stricken with doubt and stricken with fear
I am powerful in my own right
My body's strength and vengeful sight
Will make sure that every last person alive
In your clan, will surely die."
The cruel man said this with a sneer
He knew he had won the battle here
The old man just sighed and sipped his tea
And said words that were neither a prayer nor a plea:
"Young man, I'm sure what you do is cruel
And I know that there's nothing I can do
To stop such unprovoked violence,
And I know my words won't make a difference.
And even though everything to me will be lost
At least I have not paid such a dearly cost
For I have things that you never will
Friends, family, and love, with no desire to kill.
I am lonely, rugged and old, that is true
But at least I never became you."
With the old man's final words, he was silent.
This angered the cruel man, and he became violent.
With unmatcheable strength, he struck him down
And nothing again was ever heard from that town.
Over time, the cruel man became old
Grew lonely, ugly, and not as bold.
However, he became other things as well.
Sad, and lonely, his thoughts only to himself.
He did not die happy and did not have a home.
He only, and sadly, died alone.
~bhscorch
"Once Said" by bhscorch is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.