Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Friday, February 17, 2012

Dragons

There were dragons then and we never lost a battle
With makeshift shields and stick-sword
Young. Bright-eyed
Until our mothers called us home
We parted with smiles and stories to tell
Around the table, my heart still pounded
The sweat drying at my temples
Tomorrow the dragons would come again
Vanishing days and vanishing friends
Fractured by time, I close my eyes
I see dragons no more


2012 William Kenney

Thursday, February 16, 2012

When Winter Fell

The Dark One said, "My time has come.
Empty the city, the enemy has won."
And he took the key and he slowly walked away.

Down streets he paved with grief and pain.
He tried so hard, but it seemed he tried in vain.
He sat alone on a lonely throne, started to fade.....away.

When Winter Fell on the Gates of Hell.

His Generals bowed their heads and sighed.
And lost pathetic souls, oh, how they cried.
Can it be true that the Prince of Lies, lied?

The Dark One rose aloft on leathery wings.
"Those that dwell above are despicable things."
He turned his eyes to the city, "This more will I say."

"Man has nothing to fear, if he should die.
For those that walk the Earth are far worse than I.
I shall never return to the Kingdom that burned."

When Winter Fell on the Gates of Hell.

Heaven's eyes are closed to me.

2012 William Kenney

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Angelus Singularis

A fragile garden in winter
The stones echo underfoot
Crosses line the hills today
twisted empty markers of wood

This bitter loneliness grips me
She's joined the others in an endless sleep
I kissed her once before I covered her face
I pray her soul that you keep

Can I truly be the last of my kind?

I'm all alone here
I'm all alone

And so the sun falls
They've gone away
Ironic prison
Is where I'll stay

How could I leave here
Without the key?
Will the creator
Remember me?

And so I dwell here
Utopia
The angels reign now
forever gone

Heaven's promise
Where is it now?
Upon this cold stone
I lay me down

And some would say
He was never really there anyway
A creation we have made
A way to take control
And they all live in fear
Thinking he is here
And keep their crosses near
And pray to save their soul

2012 William Kenney