Why do you fight?

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This is my first true poem, my longest so far too. All of my other ones were either scraps or failures.
It is about a man who’s body is taken over due to a lust for power. He betrays his poeple and his closest friend.

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Why do you fight?

It was because of greed
that his soul has been enslaved
A thousand tears i’ve cried
that you have became what has been slain

A lazy man of small proportions
in search of far greater power
His soul entangled in his lust for strength
as he would not even spare a flower

Alas his soul was once of pure
of truth and loyalty he swore
His mind controlled and his body a puppet
he is now a ruler no more

Once a friend but a complex man
whom everyone enjoyed
But as time takes its course and we begin to see the turth
that man, what a kill joy!

'Do not judge a book by its cover' they say
and indeed that saying is true
A man of a towering fisique he bears
but a softy he can be out of the blue

Does he wish for glory, wealth or fame of the people
or simply a cause in life?
Does he expect his herd to fortell his story
when he performs no more than a simple whine?

He cannot remember the horrors he hath seen
for thine mind only visions in black and white
With a taste in his gut of which is sour and bitter
how can one call thee a noble knight?

His followers, his disiples
who minds are blindsighted by lies
All may appear as well as such
but in time they will open their eyes

With golden axe and body of steel
and a heart of which thine has such thirst
'Neath the sky of a thousand clouds
his soul shall become our curse

As he rises up to destroy our nation
against the tranquility of our people
The winds of allies who’s lives have been slain
a fate far worse than a cripple

As the wind sings its hymn in the air
and the tides clash as drums
Our earth shall shatter the ones of darkness
and lightning shall smite in clumps

It never ceases to fail, our lustful land of Tylenol
our inhabitants once whitered with glory
To think that an opposer would arise to this place
That man known only as Thellagory

But for what reason was I chosen of all the people involved
of this dirty work I shall regret?
I am sorry my dear friend and for this I am not pleased
but I have enjoyed our time to its best

An engaging conversation as normal friends should do
with swords drawn and ready
While the tears of our precious memories stream
this battle will not be steady

With a slash and a clank on the tip of our blades
it does bring us back to our past
Of how we used to spar with joy
but the end has come at last

Cuts here and slashes there
one must befall the other
With one last tear rolling down my cheek
I thrust my sword with much tremor

Blood splattered across my mail
staining all in sight
With Thellagory’s last breath he stated
'My death shall be a break from life'

Fall to the earth did he
allowing his wieght to pull
Your time has come, your end has gone
but you lived your life to its full

My people praised me as I returned to the kingdom
but for what reason did they?
I have taken the life of a once dear friend
and my soul is at dismay

These people around me, these filthy creatures
they cheer with delight
Festivals, feasts and parties alike
they show no care for true might

As a ture king would do, he would berid his land of this
of a lesser and immature kind
They act like animals, putrid scavengers
this is their nature I find

They are no better, they are but peasants
paid in penuts, no more no less
An understandable sight for them, I know
but they are not even humans at best

It is indeed true, that our race does progress
but for we have only our limits
The race of humans are the the most frightening of them all
but our hope shall always be lit

In death we may meet, one day my good old friend
but for now my life is not quite at its end
For if my heart is pure and foretells of no harm
perhaps just this once, I shall dwell in thine’s charm

I’m open for critisism and ideas.

Last edited 22 Feb 2008 09:43 am by NeonMan5