No lofty idealizations-
No honorable chivelry spread
Flickering in the candle light
Are passions words-unsaid;
For we know not why...
That guilt oft' desert's one's mind
Leaving null and void a space-
For musings one simply cannot find;
Revelation's oft' spell the course
Of a hidden footsteps grey path
Bathed in a camoflauge of utter pretense
Masking the Ravens inner wrath;
Utterly driven is he...
Who surmises the world of a wrong? ! ?
His own justice he delivers-
With his riddle-filled dirge droned song;
Alas, no lofty idealizations
No honorable chivelry spread
Alone in the muddy waters of his river
That overflow in his delusion filled head;
The voices haunt him day and night...
All the while restored
Following other's to a T
His dark justice for those abhored;
'Round Robin's Glen
A face appears in God's Light
A warning to all of the wrong in Mother Natures song;
Soon hidden again by the night
Shadows form in the late daylight hours
They follow his every motion
They-the Guardians of the fortified tower...
Keep calm, everyone-his target is the pristine ocean;
By, Theodora Onken
November 23,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep thought indeed. Read mine - If There Be No God - Adeline