Poems!

[trogdor1316]

I've got nothing, and I feel fine
I used to have something that I called mine
Something I toiled and I tried and I prayed for
While my mind and my heart raged a cold war
Love and hate, fear and hope mixed in my soul
The frothing combination taking its toll
But now I've got nothing, and I think I'm glad
No more of this anger, no more being sad
Time flows as a river, the current is strong
I'd rather direct myself than be carried along

[Bree Fletcher]

Just sticking this in here as well...


Hey Fawkes, the jig is up.
They caught you
On the cold streets of London
You thought were home.
You demon! You murderer!

They tied you up and dragged you
Until you died, Fawkes.
On a foggy night
Bleak as your soul.
You terrorist! You renegade!

The crowd cheered, Fawkes.
Cheered at your capture,
Cheered at the death
Of a hated enemy.
You criminal! You scum!

And now you’re burned
Year after year, Fawkes,
By bloodthirsty children
Spurred on by their elders.
You failure! You idiot!

You deserved the punishment,
But not the legacy.
They made you a monster
When you were just
A Guy, Fawkes.
You pity! You poor thing!

[five strings]

Oh great men of might and valour,
why doth thou cower in fearful pallor?
Art thou naught but men in metal,
dost thou not posess great mettle?

Oh but to see with thine own eyes what travesty has been done, surely thine own selves thou wouldst shun.
For in showing favour to thine selves over the whole of our race,
must break tears upon thy face,
and shatter thy countenance.
Yea eternally hence thou shalt be named of thy shameful act,
Men of the Deserters Pact.