E15: The War - Dragos Radu

Dragos Radu - The War

 

Written: 2022

 

Summary & Story:

Sometimes, we are all fighting a war. A war can -internally speaking- seem, at times, catastrophically never-ending. The warrior portrays an image where each of us has found ourselves at a point where an inevitable change must happen. A point where one has to be reborn and rise from the ashes. The warrior reflects that point. The horse, or the mind, a dear companion, follows in the dark. Through the tears, he tries to evade this change, yet, that is not always possible, if at all. The eagle depicts the act of transformation. The change that is thirsty for our blood -experience- and only through blood can the eagle turn into a dove -rebirth-. I hope you enjoy this poem as much as I enjoyed writing it for you.

 

Poem:

The war is over

The iron skies now cracked, and rays of sun overwhelm the field

that was once covered in daffodils.

A small stream that crossed the valley

and supplied it with life

has now dried out.

What was once a dreamy scenery

has now become the aftermath

of a nightmare.

The once clear waters of the stream

have now turned red 

and dry. 

Only one man is standing.

One man, lonesome, weeping.

His hair, covered in dried blood,

his armor shattered by the wrath of the war,

create an image of time standing still. 

He dismounts his black horse, dizzy

and sickened by the smell of lifeless bodies.

He walks and pulls his horse behind.

His cry is loud, breaking the silence.

Looking around, looking for hope,

he realises that there’s no one to hold.

His wounds rush shivers through his spine.

He lost too much blood.

He lost too much life.

the horse’s breath is heavy too;

he’s tired and wounded as well.

The horse stops and kneels

behind his master.

Tears roll over his dark figure

as his hero kneels next to him

and with a warm embrace

the two weep along each other,

into deep sleep.

 

A strange breeze awakens them. 

The hero hastily rushes to stand up.

With his hand on his sword, 

he’s ready to fight and defend themselves. 

But there’s nothing to be found. 

The breeze murmurs in a low tone,

voices from the past, he hears

in the deadly silence of the field.

It feels like a virus

expanding its dread inside their minds

and hearts,

restlessly demolishing everything

that has brought them to this place,

to this moment.

They have lost.

They won the battle,

yet lost the war.

 

An eagle scouts from above,

cutting through the now abyssal night skies.

His wings glimmer,

showered in the moonlight. 

His sight meets the warrior’s,

staring hopelessly at the skies

in wonder.

A sky so clear,

a mind so troubled,

a landscape so paradoxical.

Memories are not here to stay

but to navigate the wings of time.

Same as life and death,

always on the run, always here,

always there. 

The cycle moves on and on,

with its never-ending loop,

with its skies clear,

with its mind troubled,

beginning anew. 

Life is a tale, 

a mystery,

troubled minds we are, 

seeking          

our place among the skies.

Seeking home. 

Now the warrior draws his last breath

lying next to his wounded companion

in the deep eternal sleep

until the cycle will be reborn 

until the eagle 

thirsty for death

turns into a dove.

 

Credits: Dragos Radu (2022, The Diary Of A Nobody)