Death Wish

The ancient Spirit of the Forest calls upon
Earth Whisperers to make a death wish,
Lost wills and forgotten islands of hope
Unify their tears under weeping clouds,
With double-edged swords unsheathed
Unaware of the threats to their own necks,
The scrolls mention a thousand-year march,
And our brains indulge in the mud’s misery,
The scrolls summoned legendary heroes
To raise truthful banners to support justice,
Yet, all we do is turn clay into dirt and mud,
So take heed from the Spirit of the Forest,
Continue this march and make a death wish.

Wednesday, 20th of June 2012