Iterum.

I have actually accidentally written this poem onto the wrong blog - it should be in my poetry one; I thought I'd leave it on here as well though, as it sort of ties in with previous posts about my religious views as well as other things. If you're the type of person who likes to make their own mind up on poetry, and their own theory behind it, I'd skip the next paragraph and just go straight onto the poem (I am one of those people, and reading the poem's meaning before the poem just ruins it for me - so I thought I'd just let you know!)

It's basically about the people on this planet who claim to be something they are not, in the eyes of God. Evil people, who say they have been called to do something by God, yet are doing something that every person with a sense of morality on this planet would see contradicts every word that comes out of their mouths. And the poem is about how the 'day of judgement' would treat them in reality, rather than in their twisted words. However, the poem is also about how the 'good' of the world would fair on this day. The latin translates to 'The sun will rise Again. Again.' As the focus of the poem is on the immoral and evil person, they are not supposed to understand these words...



Pounding at a bolted door,
Knives running 'neath the stars;
Sticks of slaves and thunderous whips:
Powdered crimson scars.
Here I am; your hourglass:
I've kept you behind bars.
Here I am, your final day;
The day you proclaimed Ours.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Ocean's azure innocence
Turned writhing in the dark;
Light symbolises safety,
But this fire is so stark.
Here I am, your conscience call;
Through me you leave your mark.
"Here I am; so ethical";
A drowning scarlet spark.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Swaying in the gentle breeze,
Trees sinking to the ground;
To the youthful piercing pupil
Desperate dancing is renowned.
Here I am, the death of them;
The cry of altered sound.
Here I am, the silent storm;
I strike their sorrow down.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

Battle with the falling sky;
Your scream is held within.
The blood red tears of soldier's deaths:
Your condescending sin.
Here I am; your nightmare's call,
Gold melting off my skin.
Here I am; your only one,
The fire you did begin.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.

The struggling rays of sunlight
Leave hazy, burning scars.
The smoke above is rising:
Obscuring fading stars.
Here I am; your hourglass:
I've kept you behind bars.
Here I am, your final day;
The day you proclaimed Ours.

Sol solis mos orior oriri ortus
Iterum.
Iterum.