Galain's Works

[Fletchawk]

Salutations!


I guess you can say that I'm the occasional poet. I don't write often, but I have a number of poems that I have written scattered throughout a number of notebooks. I figured that I might as well share them with people that enjoy writing themselves. Whether you like them or not, it's up to you. I'm always open to criticism also.

 

[Fletchawk]

FORSAKEN

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Dusk has ended and the lands are blanketed by darkness.

Halos of light come alive, to illuminate murkiness of eternal night.

The Shadows walk softly in the slivers blackness so none may see them.

They watch them try to light their own way, oblivious of others.

They fear and thus are blind what they do not know.

Unnoticed by their peers, lights go out as Shadows claim them.

They pay no attention to those who have been claimed by the growing darkness.

They make no effort to find those who are untainted by the Shadows .

They care only about their own aegis of light.

The lights dwindle as more are claimed.

Soon, Dawn will come and cast the Shadows from the land.

The lights continue to diminish, ignorant of the losses surrounding them.

The aura of Dawn flows over the horizon and across the bleak terrain.

Only felt by cold bodies and seen by blank eyes.

Leurs spiritueux errent éternellement.

(Their spirits wander forever.)​

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This one was based on a dream, so you can take whatever meaning you want from it.

 

[Fletchawk]

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The lies that have been told can not be changed.

The hearts that have been broken can not be mended.

The lives that have been taken will not change our ways.

The knowledge that has been wasted can not help us.

The hate that is inflicted upon so many can not be undone.

The happiness that is crushed will never be enjoyed again.

The suffering that has been felt will never be relieved.

The courage that failed will never be praised again.

In a world of disappointment, only one thing will rise from the ashes.

The love that I have for you that will never be broken.

Pour tout ce qui a su amour.

(For all that knew love.)​

 

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Oooo, these are some of the best I've seen on this site. (ﾟヮﾟ) I'm enraptured by your distinct writing style. Consider me a fan!