Well I managed to get just a little bit of writing done despite my heavy workload over the past week. I've written two versions of this poem but this is the one that people so far have responded better to. I don't have much time for explanation so, here it is.
Martyr
There were two groups watching him
One with eyes of brazen anger
One with eyes which saw no danger
Yet both saw fire surround the rim
Those first watched as his ribs splintered
His screams flew into open sky
Till Finally failing with a sigh
Into space his breath was rendered
They saw his shoulders melt away
The bones protruding out of place
the pain and terror on his face
The did rejoice his final day
The second saw as his heart splintered
His eyes were lifted to the skies
Till Finally smailing with a sigh
Into space his soul was rendered
His shoulders grew and bowed away
And wings unfolded in thier place
As golden light beamed from his face
They did rejoice his final day
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Well that's all I have time for, See ya next week!
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