An hour or so ago (just after 4 PM, Thursday, 20/3/03) the little Muse who sits upon my shoulder stirred up the angsty goth poet within my soul and inspired me to write this:
There Is No Longer Glory In War
There is no longer Glory in War"
In the eys of Gods they do abhore!
Valhala has shut it's gates
And all the valkyries, weeping, wait.
The battle falls to the Machines now
And all the distant dead never shall
See their killers as they die
Or the merciful comradary in their eye.
No longer are their Honoured Dead
-Merely corpses filled with lead.
While the Generals all sit and smile
And say this War will last a while.
The end of Tyranny they desire,
Whilst all around them life expires.
"The End Of War!" they do declare
While the World sinks into despair.
Goen are the Marches and the Songs;
The Glories! The Victories! The Righted Wrongs!
Gone is the Passion. Gone all!
Now let the shells violently fall.
Gone is the pride in the Campaign.
Now all left to Rot, To Gore and to Maim.
Whilst in their tombs, the Caesers weep
To hear the marching of bloodied feet.
Where has all the Glory gone?
Where is the pride? Where is the Song?
And all those ancient peoples who graced
The Fields Of Battle -that ancient race
Who showed Empire was all for nil
When not for for Glory, only to kill
And die in some distant land.
At some vain ruler's crazed command.
Where are those Hallowed Men?
Now all their days they do spend
In their shattered tombs they lie
Never to live and always to die.
-Ewan 'Shadow' Waterman
"The Pimp NeonBlack"
20/3/03 4:30 PM
Please note that this poem is a tribute to those ancient days of battle when man stood against man and stared him in the eye as he took his life. Those were days of courage and not the nihilist wars of today when we never even see our enemies, let alone share our fear and anger with them. War lacks the passion of the past.
I, as both Ewan "Shadow" Waterman and The Pimp NeonBlack, hope you all find some solice in these raved words and some peace in this shattered world.
Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack
Ewan "Shadow" Waterman
There Is No Longer Glory In War
There is no longer Glory in War"
In the eys of Gods they do abhore!
Valhala has shut it's gates
And all the valkyries, weeping, wait.
The battle falls to the Machines now
And all the distant dead never shall
See their killers as they die
Or the merciful comradary in their eye.
No longer are their Honoured Dead
-Merely corpses filled with lead.
While the Generals all sit and smile
And say this War will last a while.
The end of Tyranny they desire,
Whilst all around them life expires.
"The End Of War!" they do declare
While the World sinks into despair.
Goen are the Marches and the Songs;
The Glories! The Victories! The Righted Wrongs!
Gone is the Passion. Gone all!
Now let the shells violently fall.
Gone is the pride in the Campaign.
Now all left to Rot, To Gore and to Maim.
Whilst in their tombs, the Caesers weep
To hear the marching of bloodied feet.
Where has all the Glory gone?
Where is the pride? Where is the Song?
And all those ancient peoples who graced
The Fields Of Battle -that ancient race
Who showed Empire was all for nil
When not for for Glory, only to kill
And die in some distant land.
At some vain ruler's crazed command.
Where are those Hallowed Men?
Now all their days they do spend
In their shattered tombs they lie
Never to live and always to die.
-Ewan 'Shadow' Waterman
"The Pimp NeonBlack"
20/3/03 4:30 PM
Please note that this poem is a tribute to those ancient days of battle when man stood against man and stared him in the eye as he took his life. Those were days of courage and not the nihilist wars of today when we never even see our enemies, let alone share our fear and anger with them. War lacks the passion of the past.
I, as both Ewan "Shadow" Waterman and The Pimp NeonBlack, hope you all find some solice in these raved words and some peace in this shattered world.
Peace
The Pimp NeonBlack
Ewan "Shadow" Waterman
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