Too Far Gone
It hangs upon the precipice:
once lethal, looming by design.
A stalwart, buttressed edifice,
the press of time has not been kind.
The howling seas, like dogs of war,
have savaged once proud prominence.
The cliffs that thwarted all before,
succumbed to tidal dominance.
With shoulders squared, and jaw tight clenched:
no further; here, the line was drawn.
The hounds at bay, thus firm entrenched,
a costly, lasting truce was spawned.
By blood, by sweat, a people saved
to live out days beyond these walls.
There on the battlements engraved,
vita pro omni, life for all.
Ironic, then; ‘twas built to last.
Uncaring, time just marches on.
A crumbled vestige of the past,
no rescue now; it’s too far gone.
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for the Pick-A-Title, Vol 31 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Edward Ibeh
written on 07/10/2022
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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