what in the dark flies flutters and goes out
beyond those trees and so far beyond the river
there is a message left a sign a shout
your heart is what we send what you deliver
is something more that you desire we leave
beyond the simple shard and sharp small sliver
that pierces what we guard and makes us grieve
for what we could not hold and what we left
as blood and water flow out through the sieve
those are the ones who know they are bereft
before we see the flags dip and the pain
of those who fail in their part of the heft
so long have we been waiting for the rain
but no king comes and we cannot now heal
honour and pride both go against the grain
your only task is to adore and kneel
as all the dancers run away and hide
before the sight of all that shiny steel
there is no room for dignity or pride
so much we lost when we gave up our grip
around us now the vicious kindred ride
who do not care for any sound of lip
but want us simply swiftly to obey
their heavy and maleficent proud whip
we call that just another working day
and let the glass crack into many shards
these are the things that get into the way
there is a way but none that the god guards
that each one knows and no one hostile bars
each self considers what justice regards
and in the silence looks up at the stars
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 February 2008
out of the dark wood
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