Branches Broken Poem by Alven L. Robinson

Branches broken
unspoken words
tokens of what remains - -
the games played, time delayed
the cards left on the table

the fable at an end, white
knight's fall, damsels call
now blended with the dark - -
no trail to mark, the shadows
stark in moonlight

each daunting sight
haunted by the sounds - -
the howling surrounds of thought
caught in Milton's felon winds,
the chill, the will, waiting

for a sign, divine or not
faith aught sublime - -
from where shown?
Dionysian clouds unknown,
the seeds of question sown

inquires quest as cause
dimension beyond laws - -
the flaws of affirmation and denial
the trial coming in the hour
the flower of ignorance

its innocence now lost,
the cost is in the scent
now dispersed - - the final
verse - - no place to dwell,
nothing more to tell

no more to pretend
least of all transcend.