Diamond Banner

by Palantalid

Published November 10, 2007

In The First Poems

Here I turn to fantasy,
For I have no want for reality,
Keep them well,
These dreams of hell,
And heaven and what comes after,
These are merely lies,
And empty sighs,
Of lives that found no laughter.

Here I turn to fantasy,
At the crossroads of silk,
Of the fork that divides,
My dreams from my reason.
I am the lost standard,
I am the Diamond Banner.

The burden I carry, flutters in the gust,
The road that i take, I take for I must.
The Diamond in the sky, it flutters nigh and nigh,
But I am the lost banner boy,
I am the defeated king,
My victory is a fall of a thousand comets,
My victory is not more than disaster.

I rule from a defeated kingdom,
I rule with quenching fire.
Do not stare at the banner, child,
That inspired a hundred legions,
It is no more my proud jewel,

I am the Diamond Banner,
A dreaming king of old,
Go forth for the new order,
And be a warrior bold,
Leave the empty throne behind,
Leave it all to ruin,
Let the cycles cleanse the blind,
Let the time come anew,
Then the Banner shall fly again,
With all the legions behind.

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crewgurl93
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crewgurl93 wrote a review Review · Nov 18, 2007

Dang! That was really good. I love your writing. Consider me a fan! :)

Anyway, I love this poem. Everything just... fits. I wish I could do that (cuz, try as I might, my poetry is, well, not very good). But your poetry is awsome!

Keep it up!

CrewGurl

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Foreseer
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Foreseer commented Comment · Nov 12, 2007

I thought this was brilliant! When I was reading it it sounded so... deep and serene. Good descriptions and use of words, really captivating. I really liked the whole poem. Awsome job.

*~*Foreseer*~*

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Kim
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Kim commented Comment · Nov 10, 2007

wow, this is very good. i could not see anything wrong with it.
excellent discriptions.
you did a great job discribing the kings defeat.
i really enjoyed reading this.
you are very good.

kim

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Stori
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Stori commented Comment · Nov 10, 2007

Good job. The poem was well written and gave a clear sense of the king's defeat.



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