
rayc
retroreprobate
Below is a set of lyrics that resulted from a TV program I watched. A story in which serious wrong was done to individuals but to which "the law" could not respond effectively. Someone, discretely, took a different law into their own hands. This wasn't a western or a shoot 'em up but an semi urban situation. I wrote down what follows. Very little tweaking has been done. I'll probably come back to this later & fiddle about but I'm surprisingly uncomfortable with the concept and the fact that I've written it.
Recently I may have appeared a little abrupt in my criticism of the lyrics of others so thought it fair that I put my most recent effort up for comment.
Have at it!
Dark Sun Rising
The good forsaken,
Their faith is shaken,
The meek molested
And put away,
The Dark Sun Rising,
For an accounting,
Too late the cure,
For blood flows this day.
For those unable,
Take heart in fable,
Of those who can and
Of those who will
Do right through wrong means,
Life force intervenes,
For someone must and
Dark blood they will spill.
Not restitution,
Nor retribution,
But simple balance,
Resets the scale.
Sometimes two wrongs can,
Redress the wronged man.
Not turn the clock back,
But fates can dovetail.
Out from the shadows,
As waxing moon grows,
The silent foot falls
Upon the path
Some forms of justice
Are antithesis
Absorbing life in
The dark aftermath
The dark sun rising
Feint heart reviving
The pain of life is
Akin to death
It casts a shadow
Straight as an arrow
Marks the target
And steals, from it, breath
Dark Sun is Rising
Unappetising
So few take up its
Burden of woe
No recognition
Just life’s contrition
For those who can and
For those who know
cochrane
Recently I may have appeared a little abrupt in my criticism of the lyrics of others so thought it fair that I put my most recent effort up for comment.
Have at it!
Dark Sun Rising
The good forsaken,
Their faith is shaken,
The meek molested
And put away,
The Dark Sun Rising,
For an accounting,
Too late the cure,
For blood flows this day.
For those unable,
Take heart in fable,
Of those who can and
Of those who will
Do right through wrong means,
Life force intervenes,
For someone must and
Dark blood they will spill.
Not restitution,
Nor retribution,
But simple balance,
Resets the scale.
Sometimes two wrongs can,
Redress the wronged man.
Not turn the clock back,
But fates can dovetail.
Out from the shadows,
As waxing moon grows,
The silent foot falls
Upon the path
Some forms of justice
Are antithesis
Absorbing life in
The dark aftermath
The dark sun rising
Feint heart reviving
The pain of life is
Akin to death
It casts a shadow
Straight as an arrow
Marks the target
And steals, from it, breath
Dark Sun is Rising
Unappetising
So few take up its
Burden of woe
No recognition
Just life’s contrition
For those who can and
For those who know
cochrane
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