A low droning cry cuts through the morning
still silence shattered by the call to prayer
as the mountains around echo the voice of man
and the vanquished fall to their aching knees
Those who have known the cost of war
the force that dwells across this barren land
and cries out with a voice of moonlight to whoever listens
They shoulder the burden of the sky and beg for more
while beyond them the stars die a slow death
and the breath of retribution floats away
gone to fall upon some new desolation
far from the mountains that echo in the morning
and further still from the pleading voices of the faithful
Well, I think I’ve reached the end of the book I’ve been working on. I still have miles to go before it’s finished though—there’s probably more than 50 notes along the margins of things I need to go back and change, rearrange, or add in. Now comes the grind!
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2 responses to “The Burden of the Sky”
‘I still have milles to go…’ wish you bon courage and god speed. I have walked this road, I know it’s tedious and painstaking but once we are set to reach the goal, we are already there.
Thank you for the follow.
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Thank you! Cheers (: