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The Trees That Bleed

“Tell me mother
Tell me about the trees that bleed.”

“It is said they appeared after a battle
One dark and windy night

Their bark the color of a dove’s wing
With leaved finer than the queen’s lace

But the most wondrous thing about the trees
Was the sap flowing through the wood

For it was as red as the blood that had been spilt
And stained everything it touched a dark crimson

It was rumored you could heard voices in the wind
The souls of the fallen whispering in the wind

The people saw it as a reminder of the innocent
And their blood unjustly shed in war”

-FMF

 

Flower Child

Starry eyed flower child
The ground you grown from is stained with blood
And your blooms look up at a darkened sky

She spreads love wherever she goes
Looking to heal the hurts of the world
Barricades grow from the soil in place of grass
Yet still she finds the strength to rise

Starry eyed flower child
The ground you grown from is stained with blood
And your blooms look up at a darkened sky

Her voice is the sound of peace
Drowning out hate with its soft tones
Breathing in the smoke filled clouds
They leave her lungs as new oxygen 

Starry eyed flower child
The ground you grown from is stained with blood
And your blooms look up at a darkened sky

With her grows the hope 
That things will become better
And if it starts to storm
You'll find her dancing in the rain 

Starry eyed flower child
The ground you grown from is stained with blood
And your blooms look up at a darkened sky

~FMF

The Darkness

They warned me about the darkness
Held me protected within their walls
Guarded me at every corner
Put men in every hall

But no one can keep the darkness out
With men dressed in foil and tin
And especially not when the person inside
Just wants to let the darkness in 

~FMF

Love’s True Enemy

Good sir
I pray thee lend thine ear
To hear a poem from a land over the seas
You need but give a moment of your time

A poem
Can it even be titled as such
Its verses writ with whittled wit
Cause it to rise above the titles of man

Hate
Its reputation that of love's great fiend
Yet I beg to differ and offer up my case
That a far greater threat is poised to love

I speak of fear
Which steals strength from warrior's knees
And lames the lips of those who love
With which it steals love's right to live

Sweet eloquence
It flees at the sight of fear
For gentle grace and flowery speech 
Can not stand that cruel cold gaze

Oh cowardice
You reek of unrequited love
The stench of which churns my stomach
While acidic bile burns my throat

And thus 
Love is forced to hide
Its passions to never be unveiled
To die...or live forevermore in silence 

~FMF

 

Three Men

Hands tied
Shuffle in line
Heads bowed
Shamed by the crowd

Three men walk
To a platform so high

Hands tied
Shuffle in line
Heads bowed
Shamed by the crowd

First the thief
His fingers were too slow

Hands tied
Shuffle in line
Heads bowed
Shamed by the crowd

Next the outlaw
Who couldn’t run anymore

Hands tied
Shuffle in line
Heads bowed
Shamed by the crowd

Last the drunkard
His thirst larger than his purse

Hands tied
Shuffle in line
Heads bowed
Shamed by the crowd

Three men left
But none came back

Necks bound
Swinging in a line
Heads bowed
Hung by the crowd

~FMF