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The wind slides carefully | The wind slides carefully | ||
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and carries the cries | and carries the cries | ||
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of man's agony | of man's agony | ||
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Long covered in a blanket | Long covered in a blanket | ||
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of dust and dreams | of dust and dreams | ||
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This battlefield I wear | This battlefield I wear | ||
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covers my shoulders, | covers my shoulders, | ||
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shrouds my eyes, | shrouds my eyes, | ||
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breaks my crystal breath | breaks my crystal breath | ||
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To fall as snow | To fall as snow | ||
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and purify this haunted ground. | and purify this haunted ground. | ||
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She waits for me.. | She waits for me.. | ||
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I see her eyes and push | I see her eyes and push | ||
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toward their soft promise. | toward their soft promise. | ||
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I hear her sigh and drag | I hear her sigh and drag | ||
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this broken body along. | this broken body along. | ||
I feel her skin | I feel her skin | ||
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(just out of reach) | (just out of reach) | ||
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and strain for her warmth. | and strain for her warmth. | ||
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The men follow me | The men follow me | ||
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in their innocence lost | in their innocence lost | ||
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They see a victory in my purpose, | They see a victory in my purpose, | ||
a siege in my intent | a siege in my intent | ||
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They see hope | They see hope | ||
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that stays a step ahead | that stays a step ahead | ||
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and calls them forth | and calls them forth | ||
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They proudly carry my banner | They proudly carry my banner | ||
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and cheer for immortality. | and cheer for immortality. | ||
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I will charge them into | I will charge them into | ||
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the blades of history | the blades of history | ||
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If that is where she waits | If that is where she waits | ||
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to lay down next to me | to lay down next to me | ||
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And take this sword and shield | And take this sword and shield | ||
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as her dowry. | as her dowry. | ||
She cannot still be waiting, | She cannot still be waiting, | ||
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my only general. | my only general. | ||
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Ukla Mokk | Ukla Mokk | ||
Count of Abadan | Count of Abadan |
Revision as of 07:22, 22 December 2009
The very first contribution to the Caligan Poem Contest was made by Ukla Mokk, lord of Abadan
PATIENCE
The wind slides carefully
and carries the cries
of man's agony
Long covered in a blanket
of dust and dreams
This battlefield I wear
covers my shoulders,
shrouds my eyes,
breaks my crystal breath
To fall as snow
and purify this haunted ground.
She waits for me..
I see her eyes and push
toward their soft promise.
I hear her sigh and drag
this broken body along. I feel her skin
(just out of reach)
and strain for her warmth.
The men follow me
in their innocence lost
They see a victory in my purpose, a siege in my intent
They see hope
that stays a step ahead
and calls them forth
They proudly carry my banner
and cheer for immortality.
I will charge them into
the blades of history
If that is where she waits
to lay down next to me
And take this sword and shield
as her dowry.
She cannot still be waiting,
my only general.
Ukla Mokk Count of Abadan