Poem: 1789
The axe came down with the roar of thunder biting Then falling Vision broken apart Light shattered landing in the dark with an omnious thump in silence. Join your comrades a mass of souls swayed by the promises of a new sun to break over the land. No more pain forever peace prosperity and harmony. Silent witness as history turns. Burning summer turns to bitter fall. Dead leaves turn to cruel winter cold. Suffering goes on. Where was the promise? The lofty words spoken by those who sway with poisoned words and heavenly ideals? Ideas soaked in blood. The victors become the tyrants turning against each other tearing themselves apart like wolves with no prey to distract them. Heroes are cast down Villains are raised up. Which one was I? I can't remember. Memory is fading In one fleeting moment Heartbeat stutters. Thoughts vanish like mist I give myself to history. The axe came down.