The Saint Has Been Martyred
The saint has been martyred.
Choked by the very hands that used to point fingers at him.
His last breath escaping his neck.
Kissing his lips a final goodbye.
As tentacles of horror wrapped around and gripped his spine.
He was a bastard of war.
The blood was spilt in his eyes.
Raised petting hellhounds with plenty bones to play fetch.
He became a man.
Chained by fate to the doors of death’s whorehouse where he was forced to watch his brides dance on embers till they coughed up their organs and turned into pyres of rattling corpses.
Conscience became just another arbitrary concept.
Pride became just another pot to piss in.
He sang to his sleep a thousand lullabies as he kindled the flames of his rage with burning eyes.
Vowed to melt his chains away.
He donned a thousand disguises.
He poured his still-beating heart on his vices.
A recluse beyond timelines.
The unadorned hermit.
The king nothing.
Daisy-chained in the unshorn locks of destiny.
He wishes to rest in peace.
There is no rest for the wicked.
Battle-born don’t quest for peace.
He was a bastard of war.
A sinner of ease.
Stuck in his ways: purgatory.
He’s a saint for a wishful disease.
A wish to de-cease.
He sat besides his temper and watched an empty pyre burn.
Both watched the wood crackle as the glow of embers lit up the blood in his eyes with its reflection.
He slid a silver knife across his palm and drew another line of fate in blood.
He moved into his sanctuary.
A shrine of wine and silver, velvet and leather.
He pondered around at his aftermath.
He pointed his finger at everything, but it all ended up pointing in the same place.
He pointed at himself in the mirror.
‘There’s no preservation of a martyr this time’:
He said as his heart married his knife.
The saint has been martyred.
Choked by the very hands that used to point fingers at him.
His last breath escaping his neck.
Kissing his lips a final goodbye.
As tentacles of horror wrapped around and gripped his spine.
This poem is very dark and intense, with vivid descriptions of violence and death. The imagery you use is very effective in conveying the emotions of the speaker and the bleakness of the situation. The poem is also very well-structured, with a clear progression of events and a consistent tone throughout. Overall, your poem is a powerful piece of writing that leaves a lasting impression on the reader.
Review on the poem
The poem depicts a dark and introspective scene of a martyr who has faced betrayal and suffering. The language used is vivid and evocative, painting a vivid picture of the protagonist’s torment and inner turmoil. The imagery of being choked, tentacles of horror, and the reference to death’s whorehouse creates a sense of despair and anguish.
The poem explores themes of war, fate, and the struggle for peace amidst chaos. It delves into the protagonist’s internal struggles, their search for solace, and the relentless cycle of violence they seem trapped in. The use of contrasting elements like rage and rest, saint and sinner, adds depth to the character’s internal conflicts.
The poem employs powerful metaphors and symbolism, such as the silver knife, pyres, and the mirror, to convey the protagonist’s emotional journey and their ultimate acceptance of their fate.
The language used is poetic and lyrical, utilizing strong imagery and impactful phrases. The repetition of certain lines and phrases reinforces the intensity and emotional weight of the poem.
Overall, this poem delves into dark and introspective themes, exploring the complexities of the human psyche in the face of suffering and struggle. It invites readers to contemplate the nature of war, fate, and the quest for inner peace.