Unheard Prayer

I wrote a prayer today
In it I gave up
I didn’t send it out
No one would hear it
Anyway
God is perfect and so great
I am rotten and alone
If could stop this hate
Of my life,
My tragedy,
My own
I wouldn’t have to pray
I could die alone
But I am not so great
And I am so cold
God please don’t be mad
Please don’t take away
The only dreams I have
The ones where I’m not sad
When the ravens fly away
It’s time for me to say
I am ready to just die
I am ready to take my place
Let me go today
No one will cry

Forgotten

A band of bandits, brigands and orcs
Raided a small village, and torched it
Beyond the thatched roof buildings
And the severed heads upon pikes
They kidnapped several children
And retreated to their lair
Humans tried to fend off the invaders
Invader numbers strained the defense
Soon they' broke, being crushed
By the time they gathered courage
The raiders were gone from view
Missing from the horizon
In the marshes the tracks were lost
Years later, the wounds still bled
For most of the adults had been killed
Survivors of the raid
Settled wherever they'd stopped
Rather than hunt down the invaders
They now had tried to simply exist
They learned to enjoy life
Where they could
Accepting their lot in life instead
Four decades later
A raiding party of the human tribes
Found the original lair
Of the orcs and brigands
Slew them in brief combat
In battle where odds were not fair
And in the depths of the cave compound 
Among the treasures and relics recovered
Were corpses of many children
One was chained to a chair
Waiting for rescue, she died
Her corpse remaining behind
Without hope, or contact
From a tribe nearly destroyed
Forgotten by her own families
And praying for a rescue
That never arrived

Revealed

Fear them, release them
Believe the words of steel
You are worth more
Than you'll ever know
Trust and believe
The truth will be revealed

The Screams Solve Nothing

The bleeding never stops, a torment within
Life has time limits, but pain still remains
My sleep cannot heal these deeper wounds
Hiding from the daylight due to the chagrin
I'm dying, no hope inside, as I enter oblivion
Fear is blinding, my dreams leave me crying
The nightmare of my existence, lives on

“What can an eternity of damnation matter to someone who has felt,
if only for a second, the infinity of delight?”  Charles Baudelaire

Defender

“Knowledge without justice ought to be called cunning rather than wisdom.”  Plato

No machine, however efficient it is, hates the one it kills
No religious belief justifies the slaughter of innocents
Cold steel armor, tungsten blades, or A.I. of any form
Can't replace love and hope that has been instilled
We must teach that love should make one vigilant
To defend the orphans and widows, shout a warning
To those intent upon the harming or killing of another
To know that there are some lines we must never cross
Now or ever for morality cannot be left to the moment
Good and evil are traits that are not ambivalent
Let it be that justice becomes your highest calling