Tomb of Ancient Bloom
The Friar's Heel beside the way
tilting toward the stones arrayed
at Stonehenge where the Devil played
and tossed the monolith that day.
Zareba formed of massive stones,
encircled 'round the Devil's throne;
but on the meadow Heaven owned
transparent light of Angels shone.
Back to the cave, the gate to Hell
they chased the Devil - in he fell;
the burning hovel where he dwells,
and all the bells of Heaven knelled.
How admirable the war on high;
now from the light in solstice sky
and Angel's love he could not hide,
nor faith and hope could not deny.
The Gift, a bounty all can share
was left for us forever there;
to all mankind - to all who care
to lift their hearts in peaceful prayer.
Inspired by Milton's Paradise Lost, 11,000 lines of Blank Verse in iambic pentameter - this, however, is monorhyme in iambic tetrameter
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2019
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