I am not known for my poetry and yet I felt inclined to write and post this. It's not a gambit at the contest, I could care less whether it is entered or not. It is Civ related so I won't deny it from the contest (See: Political Freedom) but I won't be the one to nominate it, if it goes in it'll be a clean entrance without the pollution of my input. I mostly have put it here for feedback purpouses though. The story is set at the Anarchy between a Republic and a Democracy (Or just away from a Republic). It holds a far less idealised version of Anarchy than I usually do, but the guy who's telling the story isn't happy where he is. There is nothing insignificant in this Poem, the seagulls, even the foam of the waves.
It is also pretty short
Reverie of Empire
A Poem
The seagulls played their idle games;
Dancing atop the foamy waves,
As I stood there in the darkness bleak
In hopes that I would move my feet,
My love; the Law, has come and gone;
I betrayed it without word or song,
Judas, at least, gave one last kiss;
A mocking of devotion’s bliss,
I left no final hint thereof;
And yet I did betray my love,
Oh mighty Law; broken foundation,
Forgive me: I fled the tribulation,
May God, in his mercy, grant me a soul,
Of greater strength, to withstand all,
And place within me better sense
Of loyalty and faithfulness,
For I am lord of sinners all
King of weakness, Lord of the fall.
Without Satan’s determination; true
But weaker still, than him or you;
Without a crutch of wickedness
Behind which to hide my faithlessness,
I do repent in these dark days,
And pray that I may find the way.
Once a Judge of Court Supreme,
I ran and hid when all would scream
I hide yet now; when law is dead,
I have no constance, the road my bed
I watch and wait for better day,
When all in peace might turn and say
Words of forgiveness to his brother
And repent of Anarchy to one another.
Until that day; distant and bleak,
Here I make my judgment seat,
I roam and hide and offer council
To all who want it I have mounts full,
Little else have I to give;
Than treasured mistakes of a life poorly lived.
And so; as dire as you may feel,
Always remember my ordeal,
For slight you as the world may do;
You never thirst for that which is true
And yet I wander; roam the country,
In search of all which has been lost to me.
Hold tight to laws and please adhere;
For alternatives are too much to bear.
So keep rhyming.
