I think a few weeks ago I posted the lyrical poem that I had to write for my Late British Literature course this semester. It was about my scooter. Anyways, our next "creative assignment" as they are called was to jot down a dramatic monologue because I guess they were popular back in the Victorian Era of literature. This one is a bit of a stretch because I really don't "get" the monologue thing, but nevertheless, it provides some humorous content for the blog today.
I'm not sure exactly why, but it comes across as a violent and war-ridden piece. Maybe I was doing a little too much hanging out on Conquer Club that morning or something, conquest on the brain or some such.
Men Broken, Men of War
What say you? Of the conquest of men?
The destruction of nations, the slaughter of armies?
Is my life a waste for these endeavors,
Or am I accomplished in my feats?
Those strong men by my side,
Faithful to the last crimson drop from their veins
Will battle fierce, battle long, and battle hard,
Living a life of chaos, blood, and fear.
Am I to be hated for leading them forward?
Hated for the conquest I've driven them to?
Your freedom rests safe because of me,
Because of the fields I've filled with blood.
Countries and nations lay bare at our swords,
Our power sweeps through the world like the wind.
Can I rest now? Can I live my life my way?
Or will you ask more, even more of my strength?
Tell me now! Tell me your wish!
I stand ready for only a moment more!
Blood-stained, my men are here at the ready,
But only for that moment more!
Our hearts are dead, the horrors we live,
Of winning for nation and creed.
I stand here to finish, or be finished!
What say you?
8 years ago
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