Behold

“BEHOLD”

Beloved, behold the splendid and blazing star in the morn’
As the sweltering rays caress the ground and burst forth its mourn.
There were dust, I gaze, beyond my firm sight that form and  born;
Oh, t’was a legion of skeleton marching with clutching horns.

A breath of life and rotten scent hovers the land of thorn,
My eyes urged to forbid; some sleep in the bones of lorn.
I hearken the thunder descending from the hill that torn,
Avast, tissue covered the bones and glowing robe they worn.

Truly, what a great aim of glory they shout and sawn;
Rues forgotten and runes sung from the lips of a living sworn.
Steered by the unseen fiery wind and a holy zeal burns,
Behold, eyes couldn’t see and ears couldn’t hear, yet, they warn.

11-29-21

Leave a Comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s