The Call on High- Original Poetry from The Helm- The U.S.S. MinnowPROSE!

in poem •  7 years ago 




Deep rumbles from far off lands
The fall of light in shards
splinters that dance in shadowed skies
Fueling the tales of bards

Swings of hammers fastly forging
bolts and arrows from on high
Where the god sit quite triumphantly
watching those that live and die

Wars rumble like thunderstorms
flashes that illuminate the gore
Cackles of the mischievious
creating chaos from the lore

Rolling fires that scorch the earth
That started from a single tree
Homes crumble, the land gives way
as entire villages fall and flee

Devastation feeding crooked smiles
from those that thrive on sick
fingertips that pull the strings
and light a double wick

silence falls in thunderous valleys
echoes of those past slain
mighty gods with mighty laws
that marvel at their pain

ants under a burning glass
as they sizzle, buckle, raze
may the gods help us all
came a whispered, dying praise

All that's left are church spires
amid the piles of smoldering hot ash
spare the rod, the child spoils
The same for present, future, past.







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  ·  7 years ago (edited)

spare the rod, the child spoils
The same for present, future, past.

what a classic way to end this poem. I especially like how the diction adds to the beauty of the rhythym of the poem despite the overall tone of the poem Weldone @sammosk

nice poem!

Excellent Poem...And the wonderful picture.