Now as the night light fades and sins immortal fall behind
tears grow unto springs ever youthful in my mind.
Sunken shouts cry, but only for the moments, before moments die.
Tyranical peasents rule, but the judge is the ever absent spy.
Calm winds blow the steady course, seemingly right,
but as the horizon looms and darkness and light merge, hold tight.
Wailing trumpets shout in ecstasy at last as you arrive
and merely glad you are to be alive.
Mourning angels cry their last tear
as empathy and apathy fade to fear.
Author notes
*giggles* this is one of my old favorites, some of my better work when i was just a lad. april 12 2004
A contest entry
- Your Best Poems by Lj-.
300 points, ended June 10, 2007, 36 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
read it and weep
Comments
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Line four:
"Tyranical" should be "Tyrannical"
"peasents" should be "peasants"
Loved the closing.
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