Fables and Revelations

Was walking in the bitter cold, wondering how one can pretend to know, who they are and what life holds. The soul that rushes from their lips as they draw one last breath and gave life their final kiss. The memories that pass them by as they expire and people mourn and cry. Feelings like the waves crashing against the cliffs, run high. Those who have walked into the minds of minds, lived among us when the world was just but a child and the walls of freedom were crumbling into the blood stained grounds. Eyes as dull as the winter london skies, gone were the sea blue shine. Staring into a pool of memories of yesterday as they swim so silently by, and ever so slowly they close their midnight eyes.

Embrace the scent of spring and swim in the breath of life, inhale the rays of a new morn and dance in the heart of the living earth. Green, the colour of a new day, the sky a glorious blue, I am alive, the whispers of war far from starved lips, only the dead has seen the trenches of war. The earth in turmoil, I tread lightly across the room, watching the markets smear with blood, arrows ascending like darkness across the afternoon sky. The arrowheads glisen in the sun before piercing the minds of men. Madness and hysteria across the globe, riding the stormy waves across the brimming, boiling seas. Birds flock to their preys, waiting and watching for an opportunity, to feast on the misfortune of another. Of lovers, of honour and of gain, the men that walk upon the soil of this earth, what would soon become of them. What would soon become of me? I have heard the ungrateful, deceitful, selfish and ignorant, these frozen hearts, a burden yet to be made an asset, a liability that weights d...