Before the red eyes of the creeping fires grow weary
I beckon their sight thru the night of deceit…
A wind blows steady from the world’s end
Scattering truth’s dust from the lines of time
Dark days will reign until the sun puts out the shadow
of man’s falling from the sky with death in his throat.
A dancing of moonlight
The phantoms ebb and flow
A stirring of a wind
No breath has ever known
A song I do not recognize
Prowls the forest floor
Desire in its eyes
Seeking the serpent’s chord.
Leaves of thought fall away baring the might oak
behind a lone acorn waits to carry on
The once fertile ground now soak with innocence
memories of light'ning trampled under foot
Reaching to the sky I call down the thunder
to split the chaos beneath the blanket of dispair.
©
Sept 29, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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