Where blade meets verse, and warrior's heart finds voice in the silent spaces between stars.
Poetry has long been a mirror to the soul, a blade as sharp as any warrior's katana.
The samurai, fierce in battle, equally revered the arts, understanding that cultivating the soul was as crucial as honing martial skills. Famous for their discipline, they knew that poetry shaped the spirit, which was of the utmost importance to them.
In the Arab world, poets have been esteemed since the dawn of civilization, and from Homer's epics to Shakespeare's sonnets, poetry has been a guiding force of culture, wisdom, and even warfare.
Words hold power—the power to heal, to wound, and to haunt.
'The Cry of Death' is a tale of love betrayed, revenge sought, and the chilling hand of fate. It's not perfect, but I wrote it in 2009 and I like it. Sometimes, meter and structure take a backseat to the story and emotion. This one delves into betrayal, revenge, and the price one pays for wishing on others what you wouldn't want for yourself.
So, without much ado, I present to you something that you might have felt someday in your life but wouldn't want to wish on your enemy.
Artistic representation for The Cry of Death
JR. 2009
"Be careful what you wish onto others, for Death plays no favorites."
Perhaps we should return to poetry—not as a relic of the past, but as a tool to sharpen the mind and fortify the spirit. Sometimes it's best to wield words, not weapons. Even in the animal kingdom, forgiveness is an instinct. Shouldn't it be at the forefront of our humanity?