The humans sat, bent over in their sacks,
Knock-kneed, howling like hags under the deadened breeze,
Against howling and haunting flares they turned their backs,
The sludge they dredged and their noses saw freeze, (Lol!)
The Live marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But still limped further, blood-shod. They went lame, they went blind,
Drunk with fatigue, even deaf to the hoots,
Of tired out-stripped Shells that dropped behind,
A forsaken banner flew a proud,
Their catapults creeped like the ready mantis,
A human looked up and began to call.
Gas! GAS! An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting those clumsy helmets in the nick of time,
But yet one still yelled out, stumbling,
Flound'ring like a man of fire or lime..
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
Under the sea, his friends saw him drowning.
In all their dreams, before their young, helpless sights,
He plunges at them, guttering, choking, drowning.
The fatal attack of the Forsaken.
A hung face, a devil sick of it's own sin,
It's white eyes writhing, looking for some motherly comfort.
Every jolt, every gargle from those froth corrupted lungs,
Obscene as the Lich, bitter as the cud.
And there we leave, the snows of the Northern land,
A Forsaken attack run it's course, felt with horrible force,
Against the human's own poor incurable sores.
(( A take on a poem. Ryhme scheme through the first verses, (a,b,a,b.). Hope you like it! I'm free to explain some words, at their old meanings. Do pick up on the personification, too! ))
Subject: Glorious to die? How about die twice! 
Wed Feb 10, 2010 12:10 am
