THE RAGE OF US
We ride on fantastic wheels,
Savouring all the mystic sights;
That coconed blindness deprived us.
We hold hands, powerful not to fall,
Crossing magical fences in millenniums;
Performing requited acts of battle.
We champion a journey with gusto,
Just you and I, caressing the future.
Mystic is your name. Mine is obvious.
Dangerous fire consumes our wheels,
Projecting our tall scarred frames,
Against charmingly frail trees, of the night.
Stand with me once more!!!
Back to back, in ancient armour;
Of hope, of faith and of love.
Unsheathe your weapons, warrior,
Draw back your arrow!!!
Stand I say; for the battle is nigh,
For with you, we are a conquering might.
We stand where their bodies lay,
Extinct, has just become their moniker,
And stronger we have become!!!
A mystery it will remain,
How it all started and ended.
This is what they will, in generations remember;
The fierceness of our burning unity and valour.
The beauty of our charred misinterpreted fires only a few eyes can percieve.
Real poetry by @bwoy-Idea
Image source; pinterest.com
I wrote this for you and I and everyone else who wakes up everyday to the battle of life. Trying to purge our ways clean of detractors and stand in glorious win one day.
Hope it pumps a bit of adrenaline and remember that an everyday story surely has it's one day.
Peace out.......
