GloPoWriMo – Song 9

Light It Up!

Everyone I know
has lost.
War steals a brother,
slavery a sister.
Daedra burn crops.
Everyone has lost.

Blades swing in battle,
the dagger, the mace.
“Light it up!”
warrior cries to fire mage.

We search to find
a neighbor, a friend,
or we uncover their bones
at trail’s end.

Sword by their side,
amulet around spine,
a journal or note.
Light it up!
We’ve lost hope.

Hope we’ve lost.
Everyone has lost.
The farm, the hut,
the manor, the town.
War steals a cousin,
leaves hope in ruin.

Everyone has lost
all but the night,
the dark, the silence
that comes when
Hope’s gone.

Then I see
the light of the sun
Darien’s smile
the light of the sun
A slice of gold blade.

Light it up!

Daily Prompt: “think about the argot of a particular job or profession, and see how you can incorporate it into a metaphor that governs or drives your poem,” from Na/GloPoWriMo.

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