Zombie Assassins .::. Halo Gaming Community - Discussion Forum: Poetry Competition Results

Peasants,

you with your humility,

take care of the road,

make your responsibility

and quit that destiny.

Peasants,

leave the rocks

and take the bovine,

sing with your mouths,

and make everything, finer.

Continue, continue

harvesting and cultivating;

not just food,

but love and joy.

At the end of the day,

you’ll see everyone

without melancholy,

sing and celebrate

like you, mister peasant.

Each night father tucks me in bed

I can't help my feeling of dread

When he sits on the foot of my bed all I feel is dread

Not a word does he speak just gibbers and squeaks

He died when I was young

I dare not let those words slip from my tongue

I dare not look him in the eye for I fear what I will find

I simply say good night father of mine.

The Gear will turn
The Blood will flow
The Earth will yearn, forevermore
Learn, and always know
That our time is wasted here, among such misery and gore

The Dreammaker sings at dawn
Crimson wings it drifts upon
We feed on visions of aplomb
While sifted memories divide
Our slumber touches the divine

Sanctities sleep unsated
Dormant thoughts to be created
Beyond all time we are fated
To hold onto dreams that drag us to and fro
Where we came from, we will go

The fields burned, while the sky flashed.
Not a sound was heard, cept the howling of the wind.

High above, a lone giant stood, slowly moving through the sky it did.
Soon, the time would come, the end is nigh.

They had come in force.
Their goal was simply, they wished to murder all; above all, they had to clear this filth called humanity from the galaxy.

We tried to fight back, perhaps forestall this outcome, but alas, it twas not to be.
Easily wiping out our defenses, they laid waste to our world, and us.

One by one, our cities fell, our people turned to ash.
Now nothing is left for them to do, except to finish off but a few.

Suddenly, a sound I heard.
It came not from the giant above, oh no, but from behind a piece of cardboard.

Peering behind, I saw a young boy who sat with face in hand.
Ash and soot hid his face, while cuts and scrapes adorned his body.

I said, “Oh child, where are your parents?”
The boy simply cried.

I sat down next to the lad, when suddenly he grabbed a hold of me.
He put his head on my shoulder and cried. “Daddy, where is mom, where is mom!? I don’t know where she has gone, is she gone?” he said.

I knew I was not his father, but I also knew that in a time like this, I should comfort the lad.
I put my hands around him, and gave him a hug, and said, “Don’t worry, daddy is here”.

I just held him in my arms, when suddenly, a light appeared above, and the end had come.