Warrior Witch

Crimson
dark
almost black
color of dried blood
streaked down side of face
frantic eyes
stare
a war
won or lost
based on the whims
of men in power.
Hear the drum
solemn beat
mournful horn
call to arms
ride to defend
no defeat tolerated
wipe out
destroy
old man market
of young flesh
darkest desires
passions met.
Set free
enslaved
set loose
demonized enemies
herald the call
a mountain will move
crushed beneath
torn away
waters of life
of the people
of change.
wild eyed
I stand
upon cliff ledge
below
beyond
lightening horizon
come the bringers of Death.
©August 9/20
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Word of the Day Challenge #109-Untitled Poem

Jingle jangle
soft bells
toll the passing grace
motley dressed
purples
blacks
white
harlequin faced
tongue be torn
a good place to let
secrets lay.
Into corner pulled
ear twisted
one up
one down…..
he did this
he did that
help me to shine
what should I do
help me with all the lies?
Time beribboned
forward
backward
twisted
curved
seems as though lived through yesteryear
the games I watch today.
Warned you
truth always remains
burning away
ricketted bridges
spawned from deception
flames errupt
burning thrones
Jester girl
upon flagstones sat
unable to voice my truth.
©August 6/20
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