Stan Bradford Poet Prose

Transfiguration

I walked alone at break of dawn
No one to comfort me. 
I stood forlorned, ragged and scorned 
Doomed to obscurity. 

I cried aloud but yet the shroud
Of time that covered me
Left me beguiled from all exiled
Throughout this life to be. 

Ah never more a distant shore
Shall ever my feet trod. 
Until at last from this world past
I lie beneath the sod. 

For then the shroud of times dark cloud
Lifted for aye shall be. 
Tho born a knave when in the grave 
I'll put on Royalty. 

I shall in time, this soul of mine,
Upon a distant shore
Walk on with Kings where never clings
The shroud of time no more.

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