It's been a little while since I've posted anything new...

I wrote this a few years ago, actually! I found an old journal full of poems I forgot about. This is really short, but it's one of my favorites. I wrote it about the Spartans (before the movie came out, thanks)... I revised it a bit (after seeing 300 I got some more inspiration).... So here's the finished product. I've edited this thing so many times, lol!

Feedback is loved and appreciated!!

Victorious

Blood soaked hands are raised to the
Scorching sun.
Victorious roars of silence stain the
Brooding earth.
The intoxicating scent of death awakens
The spent hearts of
Men…
Men who raise their blood soaked hands to the
Scorching sun.
Resisting subjugation and destruction of
All they hold close.
They lie down in death,
With knowledge that they have succeeded.
As they hold wearied hands to the
Scorching sun.
Telling the heavens to hold them in
Remembrance.
Embracing their fate with
Honor and love.
As they hold their blood soaked hands to the
Setting sun.