Hey everyone! If this seems familiar to anyone, I posted this a few years ago and then took it down because of the mirrored sites thing someone told me about. Anyhow, I decided to upload it again.
As always, I do not own The Last of the Mohicans, it belongs to its proper owners. No money is being made by this poem.
Drums
The sun arises red
The drums are beating
In my soul...
In my veins...
My heart takes flight
Like an eagle on the wind
Like a soldier off to war
And I follow its call
Leading me on
Towards the distant hills
Where the rivers run in blood
Where the forests shield the hunters
To where the deer sleep
To where he waits for me
His arms open wide
And in them I can hide
The mountains echo back his cry
Tearing my heart in two
And in that moment I realize
The emptiness inside me
Cries for some release
Which only death provides.
In the distance I see him
Lying broken on the stone
His hands stretched towards me
Beckoning me on
I glance once more on life...
Breathe...
And free the caged bird
Of my soul
The wind stirring the leaves upon the trees...
And then there is no more.
The sun sets in red
The drums are beating
Over me...
Over him...
And never shall they cease
Till the moon has failed
And the world is dead.
~Finis