The Blood Of Life Poem by Thistle Wargul

Skies of cloudy smoke, static in the rain.
A molten hot landscape, scattered with ash.
Rivers burst their banks,
With oily black water.
What we once knew,
Lost in the past!

Desolate vast plains, grey in the dawn.
The once fruitful sunlight, that tears and burns.
Trees dropp their leaves,
In piles of faded brown.
What we once knew,
Lost in the past!

We’re the last one’s standing,
Above the open abyss:
Here undefeated, though beaten back.
The scarlet blood of life,
Flowing through our veins:
Stronger and stronger, we strive to live.
The bright spark of hope,
Shining in our eyes,
‘Cos we can bring back, those many lost lives.

We can bring it back with memories once new:
The sweet shaft of sunlight,
That mingles with the dew.
The cool green grass,
Under children’s soft toes.
The deadly sharp thorn,
On the beautiful rose.

The chilling cry of the wolf,
That echoes through the mountains.
The small brow sparrow,
That washes in the fountain.
The bubbling of the fish,
Like quick silver darts.
The whinnying of stallions,
As they pull over filled carts.

We’re the last one’s standing,
Above the open abyss:
Here undefeated, though beaten back.
The scarlet blood of life,
Flowing through our veins:
Stronger and stronger, we strive to live.
The bright spark of hope,
Shining in our eyes,
‘Cos we can bring back, those many lost lives.

You see,
We can bring it back
With memories once new.
Of the joy in our life,
Of the sorrow too.
With the hope,
And the spirit,
And the unbroken will.
It’s the song of the blood, flowing through our veins.

Our blood,
The blood of life.
It carries us,
Through sorrow and strife.
It carries us,
Through the good and the bad.
It carries,
Though it may be sad.

So trust,
Use the hope,
That we all have!