Fifteen Quills

[Alchemist]

Some of you may be asking why the name, firstly, and there is an answer! They are my pencils! I have fifteen of them, all for individual things. They are, F, 6B, 5B, 4B, 3B, 2B, B, HB, H, 2H, 3H, 4H, HB (woodless), H (woodless), and a pen that I use for all my poetry! Anyway, that's why the peculiar name and such. Now, for an actual poem.

The End of the Cycle
Eight years gone by
Never questioning why
We've made such mistakes
Or why we've not been put in place

Left in a smudge in history
We've blown up the imagery
With a few nuclear arms it's all done
The end of the cycle has come

Return to the Promise
We'd been promised a future
I suppose it's dependent on us
If we'll return to claim it I'm not sure
But for now I won't make a fuss

The fifth circle of hell encompasses our hopes
As we've given up returning to the promise
Bound and kept fraudulent in ropes
We've fallen to the level of Thomas


I would like to give two points concerning my poetry. Unless I deliberately say so, they are not meant to slander any political campaigns, religions, or lifestyles, please do not judge me that quickly. Secondly, most of the time I write my poetry off the top of my head, so if you're going to be harsh, do your worst! Hope you enjoy!