This Ancient Heart

POEM " ANCIENT HEART " by martin gedge Tears will fall from aging eyes to drop into the sea and turn to stone from the depths of Rome to the shores or Tripoli and lights of fire to burn the skies above the fearing head to draw the sword of every forge to pray upon the dead a vast of men who shall defend to die before the god to carve their name with burning flame into the great facade for victory will not be won as worlds to fall from grace til boats of fleet with runs of feet to render and erase we seize the day as storms of grey will bleed into night and drums will beat the dyer heat to swarm into the fight they shall implore the ocean floor the roar its' heavens sake to which it stands on broken hands to crumble in the wake and do not spare for kind or care to light the given dark it shall remain a brilliant stain to scorn the ancient heart and left an eye to soar the sky of monumental stone of once was born a breathing life is set to seat the throne... by martin gedge ©