My Sophia
We are like the mythical
Adam and Eve
Walking upon the grey shores
Of a lost planet
Hidden in deepest of space
Our love holding us
Knee deep
As if buried alive
We will witness
The birth of nebula's
Stars
And rediscovered Old Gods
A new Atlantis
Filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old men
We will stride beyond the reach of the
Masters of the Masonic Temple
Erecting their secretive
Light barriers
As we part the soft pages
In our own
Books of Pleasure
To be perused and used
At our inquisition and leisure
We will watch the fall of man
With the rise of the
Cosmic Red Serpent
We will lie upon the yellow sands of time
As the new crucifixion begins
To see the visceral sights
Palaces
May burn and be
Aflame before us
A new vision of a world consumed with
Corruption and sin
For as we watch we will know
We are riders of
The Great Red Dragon once foretold
We are some of the mythical Watchers
Who never grow old
We who collect the Universes hidden
Stories
For in time
To be simply retold
We just reborn as poets today
No longer
Citizens of any known countries
Just sent again
From The Great In-Between
To nourish inquisitive minds
Which are perpetually hungry
For enchanting new stories
Copyright John Duffy
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