Sunday, May 24, 2015

Game of Thorns..

" When you play the Game of Thrones , you either win or die..."

In a realm not far away
Lived folks, in their own sway
Led their lives, day in and out
In angels grab, they all fought

For none , did they care
For others, did they keep a snare
Happiness they earned, through another's tears
Delight did they, in spreading fears

The same blood, they did swear
But off others joy, they did lair
Seeds they planted, of hate around
With lies they built, an army surround

Viscous was the air, they lived
Wanted everyone to do their bid
A doctrine to be followed, they pass
Many fell prey, alas .

Winter winds, though cold and harsh
But they gave life, in the marsh
A plant little , presumed dead
Was given hope, love now led

The sun shone bright, sky was clear
Winter winds, now so dear
In its bosom, the sampling grew
For their destiny , faith had drew

What was lost, was found again
Smiles replace, tears and pain
Air was filled with joy and cheer
Life envisioned, beautiful and clear

Blossomed now, a beautiful tree
Live with winter, in their lee
But the world around , refused their side
In angels grab, they hid and lied

Festivities asked, tears they got
To support them, there was no thought
Long has it been, that this game is played
Should the true, always be dead

Battle lines, drawn out now
Lift our swords , name of love
If everything is fair, in love and war
May the Gods decide, who lives or dies for

1 comment:

  1. Not often do you experience story telling through poem that too with such aplomb. Simply amazing. The thing that strikes me the most, is the simplicity with which you express the most profound thoughts. Your analogies strike the right cords.