Sir Rutherford
Oh sir Rutherford
Whose crimson light once shone
Nature’s summoned darkness
Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone
A guardian he stood
A savior felled by kiss
Streaking phoenix screaming
Sent the fell to the abyss
What went amiss my knight?
What haunts the phoenix flight?
Our loyal hope diminishes
In unison with your light
One remaining image
Perching on the mound
A scabbard still erect
Draped in your colors –so profound
What foe has cut you down oh Rutherford?
What force is your demise?
Where is the smoldering crimson
That once alit the skies?
Nay was it an enemy
That ceased the burning glow
For no foe of Rutherford
Could return his fierce some blow
The phoenix would never strike
Those whom he loved
Would these fickle rouges
Cage this flaming dove?
Alas it’s so oh Rutherford
It was I that cut you down
I and the other worms
That once upheld your crown
My bird did we covet
were we threatened by your flame?
That us the weak
would desecrate your name
May we all be cursed oh phoenix
Thrown into swamp and pit
In this deserved misery
Eternally emit:
Oh sir Rutherford
Whose crimson light now shows
Nature’s summoned darkness
Ne’er could clasp thy fiery tone
Copyright © Tom Forke | Year Posted 2014
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