The War Song

During the concert portion of Breaking The Silence@The Cathay, my brain managed to go overdrive mode. On one hand, I was enjoying whatever on-stage (including Minister Heng's speech despite my regular barbed humour on everything you-know-now). Yet on the other, certain events of the past have managed to inspire me to do this nice little piece of poetry. In a very constructive sense, its good to flex a move or two after so long in absence so as to speak. :)

But before I get started...

Piercing words and rivers of blood was my childhood yoke

Knuckles and belly railed by knavery bared

Taunts without worth exiled me forth

A path of failure and a flickering flame

Fortitude unrivaled despising senseless games

Unknown to loss, yet known to life

Upon the hill I swore my oath

Decade passed and a blaring horn

Cowardice the prey of baying hounds

Despair a rune carved upon the spear of storms

Bow of strength strung by laments heard

Hails of arrow sundered a craven fort

Under the lunar skies I wed a maid

Her hand worth a million crowns

Cared not her riches yet loved my lack

 A beauty far beyond the mortal black

As I draw my last I know my life

Valour a debt claimed by none

Testimony proven beyond doubt

Let my soul mock the truly poor

For Eden itself is our rest