Ancient Ruins Poem by stephen robert the jar sutton

ANCIENT RUINS by Stephen Sutton


The sacred place
for those that mourn their dead,
It concerns the fortress
where lost souls do tread.

On the earth that speaks
to you of ancient times,
Of the battlement,
where soldiers committed their crimes.

The faith of god
knows no bounds
And the angels with
their spirits surrounds.

A journey through time
if you dare to see,
that age was a place
and time to be.

Searching souls for answers
of the lives once led
For the dead who put
their dreams to bed

Where disease
and poverty prevailed
And a hero coming
from battle was hailed

You now feel the chill
that lies in the air
That coldness is like
nothing to compare

But the ghost of
those left behind
Faint whispers
of someone confined

Trapped upon this earth
in the ruins of this place
You cannot see his image
you cannot see his face

You just feel his presence
as he passes you by
With a whispering voice
he never wanted to die

A maiden is also
dancing around
Singing so softly
its you that she's found