Post-war Letter

Many many curtains the same
Flapping as the banner-men on the gust hills I gaze
But each with different patterns presenting a culture of its own

As a warlord I've always known
To be amidst this scene
Replaying my role, thoroughly
Would mean all the difference and the same
As it was over back and forth, thus I...
Would always return back, replaying these old tapes
Watching as the butterflies swirled
Perfecting the effects

"Measure a paragon would
An omens faith stuck ill in me
Sow the wind, reap the storm" I thought

Nor the devil's usurper before
I realized this position, I
Burst its flappers and made a gust
Wish, for the thinkers in my head
to brew a distill and forget
that I was even here and then...

The sun sets
I await a solemn vow, now
as I wake upon a hill with
soothing wind and a banner in my hand.
No patterns but a white flag
and a slight sense of peace again

I catch a flying letter, saying;
"There is no war, but you"

Love your style Eccer. And anything that begins with "As a warlord" is definitely gonna grab my attention

Eccer,are you Jim Morrison incognito?They say say he really didn't die.......I'm starting to believe it!!!

Haha, never was into The Doors, but I had to check him out. Didn't know he was a poet! Reading Goethe's Faust atm, really really tough sh*t to digest!

Thanks for replying, it's appreciated

Originally Posted by Eccer

Haha, never was into The Doors, but I had to check him out. I didn't know he was a poet! Reading Goethe's Faust atm, really really tough sh*t to digest!

Thanks for replying, it's appreciated

Never into the Doors!Shame on you!You must be a youngster because his lyrics are similar to yours to the point........is this just to remain "dead"?!?!

Who knows? Being young might be the answer yes... If I may ask, how old are you?

Originally Posted by Eccer

Who knows? Being young might be the answer yes... If I may ask, how old are you?

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