Shadows and time

by Keith D Allison

Dark clouds laced in red
black the wings
as evil raises its head

The harsh roar bellows
the creeks rise
in anguish tears

Flowers cover the Valley
as harps play a soft lullaby
the beauty is wrapped
in the warm of light

The breath of evil
like a whip
cuts deep into the flesh

Many soldiers, will come
in the breath of the Sun
the cold of the night

Comfort in the strength of an arm
the wine of the heart
with the March of the clock

may sweet breath
enduring with the living
that have lost


Posted on 12/17/2012
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison

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