Jerome Brooke Poems
|41.||Myth Of The Eternal Return||2/14/2011|
|42.||Empire Of Darkness||1/22/2008|
|45.||Flowers In The Dim Light||1/30/2008|
|46.||Children Of Darkness||2/2/2008|
|47.||Cruel And Fleet||2/2/2008|
|48.||Dancer Of Luzon||2/1/2008|
Comments about Jerome Brooke
Near the centre, near Saint Peters,
Stands the Crystal palace,
In the palace, near the silver fountain,
Sleeps our Queen, all in lace.
Thru halls of silver, and bright gold,
Proceeds our noble Queen,
Leading her knights and great lords,
Trailing her robe of green.
Above the black towers, dark clouds gather;
Red banners wildly toss.
Our Lady of Swords calls out to the mailed ranks,
Pale Legions of the Lost.
Gates of iron slam shut, under the blue stars,
Cohorts of the moon.
Our legions, in red, march to red death,
On the ...
Empress of the waves, Warrior Queen,
Ruler of the bold.
Lead us to battle, lead us to jewels,
And to red gold.
Your soft hands cool my brow,
Do kiss my cheek;
If you can reach so high; mighty is your will,
You rule all, all that you seek.