The moon hung at half mast
And frowned upon the frozen ground
The passage to the perilous past
Where silence sealed the sound…
And the brass came tumbling down
Across the race and rigid face lay
Scar on top of scar…
A stoic stare neither here nor there
And a soiled Silver Star....
Your language is extremely vivid, it's clearly poetic speech which is something we look for because who wants more p-r-o-s-e? But I.m unclear about what or who is CHOSEN. And I have no idea what the Silver Star refers to but it appears prominently at the end. Some notes clarifying such specific images will help.,
Seems we are both inspired by natures bounty, beautiful words Jake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is one of my favorites, Jake. Such rich imagery!