Disclaimer: Fanfiction. Let's repeat it: fanfiction.
Y'know, it was only a matter of time before I wrote a poem...
I was somewhat inspired by Leonard Cohen. :)
Enjoy!
Altars
Why do you make these altars now,
to sacrifice these children?
For I remember lying there,
the darkness slowly building.
Across the span of time that passed
Slowly, slowly seeming,
What are you, do I ask,
My Father, or my Demon?
I hear you call, from once my home,
Across the fields of life and lore
An angry, power-hungry voice,
"Onward, flaming dogs of war!"
Your face, it always flees my mind
As it was then, as it is now,
Suffering not the pass of time;
Solemn, etched into my brow.
The tempest gem, you do desire,
As all of you consumed in fire
Wreaks your lust upon this world
As I lay lost within the furl.
Sweeter days have passed away,
I see the hand come crashing down;
A roaring, savage beast of flame
In self-righteous justice bound.
Still it comes, and seems to be
A moment spun eternally
The fire, everywhere the fire
Engulfing every part of me.
Replaying in my mind once more
I see that sweeter, younger boy
Lying dead on the dueling floor;
Innocently Nevermore.
But slowly, slowly now I see
What I should and shouldn't be
And less like father, more like son
That is who I have become.
As I grow, and now I know
All the lies you gave -
But even as I march to war
I hope you can be saved.
So why do you build these altars now,
To worship faulty Man?
I will hate you if I must,
I will love you if I can...
End