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ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ.

Message to Readers

legends are but a reflection of the people they serve.

was listening to sleeping at last songs and i really wanted to write something like this suddenly. idk what the mood to this is. maybe a trumpet ballad. definitely a sleeping at last song.

a legend's lifespan

May 12, 2020

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sandy dust sun has cried liquid from my cuts 
trumpets' horn and bloodshot eyes
gladiator has fallen but
i still live 

simply my name is 
whatever you have given to me 
the fragrance of blood and scent of hardship
glorified through my dying bones

a casket made of dirt but buried in gold
my ghost inspires, not haunts
barefoot on a tower of script
i repeat

draw ichor from my nonexistent heart 
and paint it on my papery skin  
i am blind, pupil-less platinum eyeballs 
i will stand, your legend speaks

light streaming down from the sky
if i draw strength i am happy
if i am worshiped i am not 
a meteor house built in my name

hands clasped in a prayer line
i am glad to live for humankind 
my spirit flutters over the deathlike eyelids
of a last breath's final greeting to oxygen 

though the world has changed, morphed, melted
my fingers are still rough with callouses 
enough to hopefully soothe your worries until they
expand, lift, and fly away

the more despair the more hope 
needed to fuel mankind's lust for life
if they say i cannot handle it 
then i shall not

an anchor until today, they shed 
tears and blood as they give up life and i cannot
retaliate 
i am controlled by the wishes of the believers

i care not for gold coins and candle worships 
for books and silver words
nothing sorrows me more than to return to my 
rested skeleton 

the legend dies as they all do 
their extended lifespan only meant something when the people gave it meaning
as soon as i was 'unable' to carry all of the earth 
i was cast away, sweetly, sorrowfully

may the future be bright
may your life be brilliant 
taking in that light
i disappear

the last ring of death's trumpet 
if i blink and find myself back in the gladiator's breast 
then i have surely passed on  
to a place of higher calling

their faces i remember, hope and despair are one and the same
the fleeting image of life i was unable to grasp, without death 
i was nothing but a legend 
meant to serve the people, nothing else 

perhaps when they have given me up 
my sculpted smile can show teeth 
and i am not immune to death as i am life 
maybe after a few thousand years

this is a legend's lifespan 
 

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2 Comments
  • Dmoral

    "sandy dust sun has cried liquid from my cuts"
    this line made me instantly fall in love, i absolutely love it. the way you start off with such strong imagery leaves me breathless.

    "gladiator has fallen but / i still live"
    i do like this line, but i just feel like it didn't really flow. like, maybe saying, "i'm still alive" or something else, idk.

    "a casket made of dirt but buried in gold / my ghost inspires, not haunts"
    this i love. favorite lines. the way you took the concept of ghost and twist it into something else, it's amazing. also the first part of the line makes me think, 'not everything is as it seems' or like 'first appearances'.

    "the legend dies as they all do / their extended lifespan only meant something when the people gave it meaning"
    a-maz-ing! this is so true but you write it in such a sorrowful yet still fulfilling way.

    this whole piece is truly eye-opening and i adore it. also, my bio has the lyric "all legends fall in the making" and this made me think of that. i could keep going about the lines you're using and how i love and analyze them but then i'd end up with an essay long comment, lol. so amazing writing.


    7 months ago
  • mia_:)

    beautiful and thought-provoking!


    7 months ago