VALLEY OF BONES<\/p>\n
I have stood upon the mountain tops.
\nI have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles,
\ntheir feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow.
\nI have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my heart in its hands.<\/p>\n
Yet I do not fear death.
\nI fear the end of love, the losses that await me once more.
\nMy heart eternally filled with ‘the missing’ –
\nthere is no escape from that kind of sorrow.
\nLiving what you love, your lifeblood, offers a reprieve
\nfrom the sorrows of goodbye, allowing you… us… to move forward.<\/p>\n
As each new moon rises into the heavens,
\nI feel my lifeblood slowly bleeding away.
\nSurrounded by eyeless trees who offer only the chill of their silence,
\nthe universal clock ticking the seconds away,
\nas if each second were a single day.
\nI cannot stop time from moving, though I war against it.<\/p>\n
I hear creation’s groan, I feel heaven’s unrest,
\nI see the blazing roar of hell.
\nWar is coming.
\nI cannot rage against the inevitable, though I have tried.
\nThere is no victory to be had, despite my relentlessness.<\/p>\n
All this said will fall upon too many deaf ears and minds
\nquick to the assumption rack of humanity.
\nBut for a few, with a heart to understand, perhaps you will remember me,
\nlong after I’ve whispered the one word I vowed to never say again.
\nA life of too many goodbyes weighs upon a soul in the worst of ways.<\/p>\n
I cannot say it again, knowing it will mean forever,
\nwhen I do not want my lifeblood to be just a memory.
\nWhen I do not want to close my eyes and awake under a different sky, exiled from all those I love, and all that I once dreamt of and fought for.
\nBut heaven has made its ruling, and my tears will not buy a miracle. Yahweh does not destroy, mankind does.<\/p>\n
I shall not seek another mountain top, for I do not need its height. — Saskia Lynge \/ Hour 11<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" VALLEY OF BONES I have stood upon the mountain tops. I have rested upon the wings of soaring eagles, their feathers of silver and gold a celestial pillow. I have lain slain in the valley of bones, death more than a shadow – holding my…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":812,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,441,1],"tags":[2603,2472,2390,2461,2605,2601,2223,2600,2604,2602,882,51,160,2038,2178,23,31,410,2116,48,292],"class_list":["post-39797","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-poetry-prompt-responses","category-uncategorized","tag-eagleswings","tag-goodbyes","tag-halfmarathon","tag-hour11","tag-lifeblood","tag-mountaintops","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017","tag-randomprompt","tag-valleyofbones","tag-valleys","tag-creation","tag-death","tag-destruction","tag-heaven","tag-hell","tag-life","tag-love","tag-memories","tag-poetrymarathon2017","tag-time","tag-war"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39797","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/812"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=39797"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39797\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40109,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/39797\/revisions\/40109"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=39797"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=39797"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=39797"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nI will not soar with the eagles, for I do not need their feathers.
\nInstead, I will walk through the valley of bones, my flesh perfectly intact,
\nand I will watch the valley come back to life.
\nI will wait until the time is right,
\nand then I will raze hell with those long forgotten risen souls.
\nI will destroy all those who tried to destroy me with a single word.
\nForever begins soon, and though forgotten, I<\/em> will never forget.<\/p>\n