The Fallen Poem by Cody O'Hara

In broken vows the fallen rise
They tear the seams which hold the skies

Fear, hate, and swollen strife
Pierce their hearts like a bloodied knife

For crimes long forgotten in years long past
They do their work and deeds of lambaste

Their soulless eyes in hollow heads
Fill their prey with bubbling dread

These creatures which hunt the human prey
Live within everyone, with us every day

They have another name you see
One heard by children, usually by three

They are our consciences, when we have done wrong
They know the deadly siren song

From within we are told the error in our ways
Sometimes we fight, others we pray

A precious few listen though
To their conscience, the inner foe

They learn to follow the path so sweet
One of kindness, true and complete

If we could learn from them and listen too
Our world could be brighter, and true