The Mistresses
There comes a time in age of man
When the earth waves goodbye to the sun
A lonely tune, a final shun
Twenty one hundred and twenty one
Two mistresses at war
Not counting the genuine
When the raging goes that far
All angels make a whine
For the union of the supreme
Is as mighty as the sun
The raging in extreme
Throws the flame that does not shun
Whether east or the west
The southeast or the northwest
Two mighty stones in contention
Will cast the flame of annihilation
The atoms in agitation
Will cast the beams of total unrest
The mighty east and the clever west
Will shed tear in sour regret
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
