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Part Ii

Whilst listening out for the pitching and
cresting frequency of the turbines and
blades from the wind farm upon 
Frankenstein's castle on the hill

Mistress of the pale rose deftly ballet
dancing the breeze from the inside out
of a green mile prison bar 

I want I wish I cast my net like a fisherman
in famine times from the whence the sun
comes up and later drops
As this years crops have failed the once
plentiful fertile soil is now gathering up dust
underfoot from the elders dancing and
pleading to God to save the day and
for the rain to come

So gather all yee faithful
Put on and dress up in your Sunday best
Spray yourself in floral scent
And let the world outside relent
And only for a minute if you can

Find and depress the off button
And switch off your computer please
And let it sleep as well
For it's you i have come to visit and see

And take a journey of discovery and
revisit back to the future past to a
foreign time not so long ago

To a land where people used to take
the time to stop and talk and enquire
of one another something as simple as

How are you and all of yours doing
Are you in fact ok
Is everything alright

We have all the time in the world
You now have my complete attention
Give this dog a bone 
I don't bite

I promise I will only patiently listen to you 
dictate and tell your story in which or
whatsoever manner of your choice

And together we can write the poem
of your life in word's this far

Because if not now than when is
this world in more need of real
life super heroes

Who do not feel the need to hide behind 
mask's or wear a suit or cape in order
to do good

They battle weary face a sword with
the only armour disposed know unto
them to wield

A heart infused with truth , purity
and innocence a pen and 1 left and
1 right long sleeve

To write this stain in permanent 
coagulating blood 

Enjoy your victory whilst it lasts

For you not only do you know what
you have done

Nor not the consequences of what
is to come that can never be undone 

That fate alone for you awaits 

Because all I know about life is that
it's fleeting all of us are merely visitors 
passing through

Whilst death on the other hand 

Isn't

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty | Year Posted 2021

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