Mother of the Masses by lightofdin64
Summary: This is the first chapter to a collection of poetry that I will be writing for who knows how long, since the only way I can get to a computer is either at my aunt's house or at the library (yeah, I'm poor, so what). By the way, I've invented a new character named Raleigh (she's a girl) and I thought it'd be cool to include her in this little project of mine. Actually, she's in the intro. Hope you like this!!
Categories: Poetry Characters: None
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Warnings: None
Challenges: None
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Chapters: 3 Completed: No Word count: 1041 Read: 11721 Published: Sep 10, 2005 Updated: Sep 11, 2005
Cry Wolf (Feuer Frei!) by lightofdin64
Have the outer reaches of the evil found me?
The humans are fully whole and capable of killing me
I'm crying so hard and the tears won't stop
Oh God no please I'm not ready for this

Eliminate their screams
I still hear them...

FEUER FREI!!!*
FEUER FREI!!!

(Raleigh:
Look there he runs, that pitiful son of the priestess
They called her a whore and he threw away her treasure
The watch on the necklace; she gave him that
Such a haunting melody pours from it when opened

Now he knows what he is
And he can't keep pretending!)

Crying wolf and it comes back to toy with me
Can it leave me the fuck ALONE!!
Oh God I'm not ready to deal with this
But they honestly don't care for my feelings

They are still screaming and I'm
Running

FEUER FREI!!!
FEUER FREI!!!

(Raleigh:
Look there he goes the self-destructing animal
At least that's what the people call him
Screaming in fright and anger

They are all trapped within him
In der minenfeld von zoten*)

I'm still running and my lungs are bursting
I'm aching to the touch and ever so cold
I have reached the slums
The slums where I was said to live

Mother's blood runs deep here
The people look at me in awe

"My God," they say
"He is her son. He looks just like his father...
...That fallen soldier."

She was not a whore!
No she was not!
My father died...and I was all she had

She was poor
She could not feed me

She sold her hair and jewels
Mother wasn't a whore

All she had was me...

(Raleigh:
Look there he goes nearing my house
I'll let him in and tell him what he needs to know
His mother
A.I.D*
Were her initials

She was not a whore)

There is the one-sided hill
Where the girl lives

The girl with the silver hair
And red eyes

Not from crying
No, her irises
They are red

She is pretty, they say
And so wise
She can spread her ethereal wings, you know

She's not an angel though
Far from it

I knock on the door
She opens it.

Everything is true.

And she invites me inside
And promises me
I will not be misinformed

(Raleigh:
Here he is now, the handsome young man
Waiting to hear how his past has punished him

They say he's a hero, he screams no
He is more like the anti-hero to me

So calm...so light, fragile.
I can see why that princess loves him

But then he lights a Marlboro
Ah,
That's why she won't see him
He can't control himself
He's in too deep, no way out of the godforsaken mess of his

But I swear to you, boy
You will not be betrayed

The eyes of the mother are watching you...)

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*Feuer Frei is German. It means "Fire at will"
*In der minenfeld von zoten is a line from a poem I wrote months ago. It means "In the minefield of insanities" (or something like that).
*A.I.D is Amandra Ilese Duval. It's a name I made up when I was pondering on a name for Link's mom. I wanted to give him a last name, and I decided Duval rang a good bell.
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