The Croweded Bookshelf
Words leap from the crowded bookshelf
Each vying to be heard
‘Look the mighty have fallen and
Time is in despair-
‘Hark’ the buzzing drones
Battle cries pierce the darkened skies
The rider on horseback flees the night
Chased by the ominous breath of
The winds of change
Destruction and misery our behest’
‘Where is that sweet, still small voice
That calms the troubled heart and
Hand, that soothes the furrowed brow’?
Tears has long been our meat
And gnawing tongues our pain
We writhe in our dilemma
For peace has left
For the pale horse of death now rides
Clippity-clop along our shores
Baying at the darkened walls
And curtained windows
No light to dim in this
Our forsaken hour’
‘Come,’ I hear the voice cries
‘Come over here to my broken side
Shelter a while till the hour is past
My love, my dove, my undefiled
For the menace plague will surely burn
At the light of Dawn
Darkness shall flee
And will never, ever, return.’
© Brenda V Northeast 8th of July 2011
Copyright © Brenda Victoria Northeast | Year Posted 2012
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