Submissions by FrozenFlight

The many stand upon the hill,
They watch as the lands burn,
Their homes, Their lives, All they were,
For it is all they can do.

They must stand and hold,
Thus is their duty,
The oaths they bear,
A pain they choose.

For they wait for the time,
The time to march,
The time to fight,
The time to exist.

For such is the Soldier's call,
They burn their lives,
Abandon their homes,
Forsake their hope,
All to serve the ones they leave behind.

O Aphrodite, you callus and cruel god, I know now the madness of you,
I saw her face and thought her a radiant dawn,
I gave her my words, so simple and basic, nothing to me or her,
And she cared, to my jest she joked,
And something stirred,
Some arrow of madness.

I moved with haste, I made motion to meet her,
Manifest was my heart to bear, for her,
And the sting of scorn, for the hare is not to emulate,
What hubris of me, I know only her image,
Her voice a song yet for me to her, her person not mine to covet,
I knew this, I am no...