The sky is collapsing ahead of me <br />As we march toward our doom. <br />These will be the last steps I ever take <br />As darkness falls amongst us. <br />Twelve thousand, we face, all of whom are armed. <br />Spears, axes, arrows. <br />Not even the ugliest of masks, <br />Could hide the treachery attached as a face <br />On the creatures slouching in front of us. <br /> <br />The wall which divides us, from them, <br />Has stood strong and tall, <br />Since the beginning of time <br />And it will remain, until the end of time. <br />They are not human, those who stand on the opposite side, <br />They never have been <br />And they never will be. <br /> <br />Cast out from the darkest part, <br />Of the deepest cave, <br />In the coldest part of the world, <br />They are slaves <br />Led to believe that the entire world is against them. <br />They fight to keep their existence, <br />They live to die. <br />Born with helplessness and desperation <br />They die with no regrets. <br /> <br />Hatred is what they live on, <br />Food, comfort, love, is nothing to them. <br />Just knowing how many innocent lives <br />They have destroyed, <br />Satisfies their hunger. <br /> <br />It is now time for us. <br />The end is nearing, <br />As the moon is pulled away. <br />Dark clouds crawl up overhead, <br />Casting spells on the forests to the left of us. <br /> <br />Night mumbles dangerous words <br />As we ride into starlight. <br />Fallen angels guide us, <br />Towards the valley of death. <br />Soon they dance into dust, <br />Leaving us to wander endlessly <br />To the edge of the earth. <br />Lost souls carry us through the storm <br />And back again. <br />Praying for us, <br />Pleading for us to join them, <br />In their search for hope, <br />For love, <br />For life. <br /> <br />©2006 Natalie J. Boyle<br /><br />Natalie Jane Boyle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-gracefully/
