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.
Copyright © Stan Bradford | Year Posted 2017
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