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The Rage,The Destruction and Miracle of the Light

The Rage,The Destruction And Miracle Of The Light (Revised) The world shook- great and mighty waters then parted, forests smashed,caves imploded,mountains were broken; sky cracked,moon flew away,he laughed as earth cried yet this fearsome dark God's anger did not subside! He spoke- then seas started boiling,huge clouds exploding, rocks moaning in saddened wails,Nature begging; trees falling,mud baking,and fish cooked in solid ice, yet still his hard,raging heart was in a massive rage ! He filled rivers- with red blood,wishes with sharp thorns, hopes with most intensive agony,hearts with lead ; curse upon innocent living and the long sleeping dead, and still hate filled his ripping,seething mighty mind! Next he ate- the meadows,spit on the world's beauty, stomped the valleys,tore the pained world asunder; savaged the creatures,burnt the dreams,stabbed love, defeated the imagination and killed the happy songs! Still no mercy- filled his hate-filled and icy cold veins, he kicked the unborn innocence,let loose the darkness; blasted and burnt the weak and slaughtered the brave, and still much more he hatefully dared to now do! Halt Dark One- this my command you must now start to obey! Then out boomed- this mightier voice with righteous anger, light spread across the weeping world,forests regrew; seas reborn and dark skies awoke to clear sunny days, rocks reformed,meadows soon appeared,songs now heard! Hope was given- its holy miracles back,love was restored, mountains reformed,fish restocked,valleys replenished; people inspired with love and faith,moon swiftly returned, hearts were reborn,imagination given a new deeper birth! Thus said this God of Light- darkness now flee far away, return only when I give thee that needed brief respite; I the Master of Light,will hold sacred this great holy day, Earth prospers and your dark power of hate I now slay! Robert J. Lindley Note-- I left this poem sitting unfinished(a fragment)for 3 long years, only to return again to finish it .

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Date: 10/18/2015 3:30:00 PM
I thought this was the old Norse tale of Beowulf: the earliest existing Anglo-Saxon epic. The poem combines elements of Anglo-Saxon culture with Christian moral values in an extraordinary adventure story. EXCELLENT...extremely well written and the adventure told. I was so delighted for the Light that saved near the end. I wondered was this the creation of Earth or the Armageddon still to follow? They are looking the same in my fuzzy brain. Either way...that dark has a way of deceit. It's a 7
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