a legionary’s lullaby
a poem about my gal Victory :3
Author's Notes
I’m not super familiar with writing poetry, haven’t written any in quite some time but thought I’d try my hand at it again :3
Crimson trimmed in gold
Bodies strewn across the wretched wastes
Pages torn from a book, the stories getting old
Broken down soldiers, gripping onto unwavering faiths
He’ll go dig a young girls grave
He’ll lay her down to rest
All in hopes to make her behave
He’ll make sure to burn all the rest
He’s a dog dragging himself to the end
Torn flag clenched between his bleeding teeth
Wounds sting that she’ll never mend
An allied blade torn and buried beneath
The bull taunts that sickly martyr
Victory cries her name
Her mind’s ripe for the slaughter
Her head’s fair game
One day she’ll forget it all
Burn all those tainted pages
Be the witness to that taunting bull’s fall
A tired story ruined by the ages.
That dog will howl a song in its dying days
Dropping that flag he held so tight
A testament to all her sad dismay
One day she’ll see the desert’s light