Jerome Brooke Poems

Stars turn, slaying and burning,
Eyes flash.
Dawn searches, and night flees,
Bronze blades slash.
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Free the captives, return them to Cebu,
Their oaths sworn.
Spare the son of mine enemy, their King,
Fallen and torn.
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High, over the sea, stands the Lady,
With spear of gold.
On hills of pure silver, hard driven,
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In blackness stood the tower,
Built of black stone,
Among shadows walked,
Weeping, our lady, alone.
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Protect your children, dear ones,
Comes now the night.
See the stones turn, dance and song,
Give them your sight.
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Fast and wild, fast the river flows,
Through the empty land;
Down the desert, endless plain,
Through barren sand.
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Ice and snow, lay before them,
In rags, a dirty band.
In front was the man, the tall one,
Wooden spear in hand.
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Lady of Samar,
Maiden of caves,
Call now the rain,
Call the waves.
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Fast, fast the river flows,
White with waves;
Down the endless plain,
Through burning sand.
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Layers of false illusion lie,
Clouds of pale daimons tie.

Under us, red walls glow,
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