He Who Walks Behind the Rows

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He Who Walks Behind the Rows" is the name of the unseen presence  - a demonic fertility-spirit that created a cult of corrupted youths and commanded them into killing their elders so as to start a twisted harvest in which the old would be replaced by the new. (wikia)

Write about what you think he looked like? Write your own interpretation of what he wanted and could have done if he won.

1: title your Poem
2: not more than 300 words
3: a new poem
4: No collaborations

inviting all DUP friends and family to participate
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__________"Secret ORDNANCE Prismal"


He who breathed wind into my soul.
The day I fell upon that road.

He was that one that walked behind
the rows.

Fiery eyes and so cunning at war.
He was the one that knew what was
in store.

He was the one that I had to know.

A rhetorical blade sharpened poised
to strike my brow.  My job was to be
completed for it was I who knew how.

He was the one that had me walk alone.

Into the depths and beyond the chase.
His legendary timing full of perfection
and unending grace.

He was the one that fearfully shown.

Trump of power and winds of great fury.
He was the one that finalized the
completion of Secretive ORDNANCE's and Prismal
stories.

Thank you Vortexman for starting off the competition with your entry.

removed by Magnetron

Magnetron, thank you for your entry.

               Innocence Lost



I share a tale not for the meek just ask the children if it's answers you do seek

Be warned though these children are far from cute
With out his word you may find them quite mute

Yet who is he you dare still press then I shall tell you only to
add to your duress lost you are stranded in this field worst of all
no weapons do you yield

What ever do I mean for it's just children that are seen
young ones faces coved with mud if you stay there faces will be coated in your blood

His will is to curupt the souls of innocence for they are worth far
more then your's or mine

Now heed my warning or pay for your insolence for age is where these children draw the line

He who walks behind the rows is the worst of our foe's for where we
Are the weakest he already knows currupting only those of youth stealing from them there souls telling his truth

As the hours grow late I must end this tale or share with you your
Untimely fate for they stand behind you scythe in hand in this story they rule this land

He who walks behind the rows is the leader of these kids and they  do as he bids for his acceptance they must pay the highest price for it's there parents they must sacrifice

He who walks behind the rows is the currupter of innocence as the story goes his true identity only one knows

But who is he that walks behind the rows he is the deciever for lies are all that he soe's and who then is the deceiver you want know well I'm afraid that's another tale and for now I must go

Thank you for your entry, HowlingHeart.

The Spirit of Greenpeace

I am the one who  has a vision
Of dangers far ahead
The youth must resist derision
And listen to my word

The world is in great peril
The elders do not care
The men who should be moral
Are dim and do not hear

We cannot continue to pollute
With carbon and with fume
We must rise up and dispute
Or all our future's doom

We must stop the tycoon
Creating more pollution
Their aims are cash in short term
This is not the solution

Not only must we oppose
We must be proactive
Better ways we should propose
Make renewables  attractive

Thank you, gardenlover, for your participation.

He who walks behind the rows
Is good at handling rakes
And working the hoes
Whatever it takes
To shuck his corn ...

...  I seem to be in the wrong department ........

* wanders off *

Thank you Magnetron.

BEHIND THE ROWS


He who walks behind the rows
Holds the world on his palm  
Wealth management and control
Sowing chaos to maintain order
Perpetrating ghost wars
Genocides
Mind control…
For what we see, is not what it seems!

He who walks behind the rows
Is invisible in sheep’s clothing
But his presence is clearly seen
Truly manifested leaving scars
Destruction and death
Famine and fear
Ethnic cleansing
Insecurities…

He who walks behind the rows
Is not what he seems
For he dictates the fucked-up minds
Creating chaotic order
To maintain wealth
To achieve power
A global paradox!

Behind the rows are my shattered dreams
Of love, peace and harmony…

Thank you for your participation, EngrVV.

Reflections

Insecurities
Controlling essence
Mind impurities
Honed by its presence

Lurking in darkness
Thoughts not of your own
Tormented artist
Sanities unknown

Ambulant shadows
Delusional rife
Cognitive ammo
Seamy side of life

Corrupted aura
Destruction divine
Box of Pandora
Reflections of mind

dkruie, thank you for your entry.