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Gerald Keith Poem
A long, long time ago.
In a land full of wild, hairy and ugly monsters.
There came to be a legend of a great warrior—
A brave fighter of beasts and monsters alike.
The warrior is strong and fights like a lion.
He destroys his enemy with his grand sword.
Surely he will help us fight.
Using his powerful sword to vanquish our enemy.
Yes, this warrior is the only hope we have—
In this horrible, no good place—
Where we dare not venture out at night.
We need the warrior to appear and save us.
We cannot defeat these monsters alone.
The monsters are 10 feet tall—
Hairy, big eyed and awfully strong.
We are normal size and weak.
Word was sent to the warrior several nights ago.
We have heard no news of his pending arrival.
We do hope he makes it in time.
Our walls are growing thin and we are close to powerless.
A monster broke through our outer wall last night.
It danced around in victory—
But left us be, for now.
Not sure how long we have and still no warrior in sight.
It seems we have put our faith in a nonexistent hero’s hands.
The hands of a god like warrior who appears not to care for us.
Perhaps we should have made other preparations.
Maybe we could have done more than hope for a warrior.
How will we ever fight these monsters alone?
We have given up hope on the warrior’s arrival.
Day is almost over and we will not survive the night.
The monsters will come and wipe us out.
Night has come—
And monsters have already broken through our patched outer wall.
We are as close to death as anyone alive can be.
Waiting for the monsters to find us in our hiding spot.
Why, oh why did the warrior not come to save us?
Copyright © Gerald Keith | Year Posted 2017
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Gerald Keith Poem
My sweet one you are so brave.
Your future holds darkness.
Yet you paint those pretty flowers.
The darkness will come, but not at this moment
My sweet one you are so courageous.
You hide your panic behind a beautiful smile.
So much future to worry and fret about.
But today the darkness is held at bay.
My sweet one you are so gutsy.
You wake each morning to face the dim future.
Yet you make me laugh with your wit and humor.
The darkness will not come today.
My sweet one you are so fearless.
Yet your heart is full of dread for the impending.
So much left to see and accomplish.
The darkness will not dim your spark.
My sweet one it is your eyes that betray you.
Yet your eyes are so beautiful.
I could look into those eyes for hours; astonished by that glint.
The darkness stands out there in the future.
My sweet one you are so spirited.
One would believe you to be fearless.
You face an uncertain future anyone would dread.
The darkness is coming, but not today.
Copyright © Gerald Keith | Year Posted 2017
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