The Country Lies Broken Poem by Joe Holley

The country lies broken, though mountain and ocean remains,
A showcase of timber turned sacred armada, scorched by what the crimson claimed.
Perishment of such unnameable scale within its castle wars, a scene of sin,
For the sea of ember carries the ascended souls, back fourth towards the heaven.

Present within the blessed peach garden, all but a solemn white lotus remains,
A figure though limps through, with tear and steel.
“For I carry parchments worth more than this kingdom”, the warrior shouts,
“We worshiped thy name, for you vowed to protect us” before a thud to later echo.

Present to hold an ear for the songbird’s galdr, a lost emperor,
Forlorn and silent, for he is hidden within shadow.
Attired in gowns of such shade entitled with power, and pallid in expression,
he watches as his last hero, falls to his un-fated ending.

Towards the heavens eye, he gazes as it quilts the balcony,
his lips pressed with bamboo, a lullaby starts to fly.
Past mountain and sea, and the souls in their travel,
his last goodbye in song, now with steel pierced beneath his chest.

Joe.H
23/5/2013