The Gathering Storm Poem by Christopher Tye

The Gathering Storm

I journeyed at odds with the world,
The last survivor of my line,
That little glimmer of greatness fading away,
Awaiting my fate in the gathering storm.

Longing for those distant days,
Full of hope and glory,
Bringing light and knowledge to the world,
Now just waiting for the end of days.

Still that spirit of old lingers,
The last glimmers of justice and humanity,
Burning hard in this failing heart,
Braced against the gathering storm.

By Christopher Tye