His Will Be Done

I've lamented the passing of a man dear and great, 
wept 'til the Nile flooded the Pharaoh's resting place. 
I went on and on until I realized it was his fate, 
never to pass the age of maturity and to have such grace. 

I ran, at least I tried, for all I did was stand and cry, 
up until old Heaven's Gate reached out for me renounce my faith. 
They cried, they blissfully cried, "Do Repent!", until they sigh, 
my resolve is a rock, unfaltering, against these of The Gate. 

I've sinned, I did, I will not deny such acts I've done, 
but hear me winged knights above, for me 'twas never fun. 
These stains, on my very hand, the one droplet of blood, 
'twas of our Father, yes I say to you, it was God! 

It was I, Oh Great Lucifer, an angel dear and brave, 
I, Great Lucifer, the lamb to which none can save. 
I was to tempt his son so soon upon his birth until the end, 
such quest is given to a knight his mind will bend. 

Thus, all this is born, that I say to all that is here, 
Heaven for all made instruments of God's will dear! 
I fear Him not, the Father 'lone, great, divine, 
his will I've done, I'm bound, his will is mine.

The Strong, The Weak, The Me

I am weak, and so I am, 
or so they say, we're all but men. 
Some may seem more brave than me, 
even more so too more cowardly. 

I'd laugh at those they say are tough, 
for they know not of all my stuff. 
I may look frail unto his eyes, 
my heart though, it never dies. 

To those who say I am strong, 
Nay! I say unto all of you. 
I say now you are wrong, 
this I say unto all of you. 

Mother's Dying Soliloquy

My thoughts now all I see,  as rest seems far from me.  I am alone, lonely, weeping,  indeed alone, lonely, weeping.  I hear great dragons coming,  they roar as if they're bombing,  each and every soul that's left,  they themselves know the theft.  They are all to blame for this!  They are key to our undoing!  We once knew eternal bliss,  now dust is left for chewing...  I am weak, injured, dying.  I've lost those dear to me.  Those at fault denying,  the justice due to me.  Me, yes me. But who am I?  I am but your mother,  whats left since poor old father,  murdered by our children,  the corpse is lost, or hidden.  "Father Time", I called, and called,  for years yes, I did called.  No answer from your father,  No answer from your father!  It is you who is to blame,  my child who played with flame!  Destroyed whats all around you,  left none else but yourself, you!  Once I thought was worthy,  my love you knew so dearly.  You grew and threw it all away,  never knew that it all leads to today.  Yes my dear, my child,  you are mortal, you are mad.  Made toys against your sibling,  killed each other willing.  Up until the moment you awoke,  not from slumber, I've lost hope.  You awoke from your sleep,  to slumber more so deep.  In your dreams I saw your vision,  a world of peace and of union.  I smiled, I did so for awhile,  'til I saw what was indeed your style.  I noticed all that's green is gone,  might have they all crossed the Rubicon?  Great men once led the rest, the best,  why what is left merely passed the test?  I affirm, yes I affirm!  all knowledge learned, all knowledge gained,  for all mankind this I confirm,  all knowledge false, all be ashamed.  Why have you grown silent my dear child?  Have I spoken words that stroke your heart?  Oh I forgot its long been defiled,  by your own doing, the end will start.  I'll forgive, Oh I'll forgive,  the sins you've done dear I'll forgive.  Repent my dearest, all that you did,  for Satan's calling, farewell I bid... I've made this piece and posted it in Deep Underground. The link is found below. http://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/91831-mothers-dying-soliloquy/