@fall Of The House Of Dana - Poem by Jordan Legaspi
Fall of the House of Dana
Dust enveloped the land
The heaven –suddenly to her end:
Smoke covered the paradise
Her temple and palace reduced to ashes;
The anger of the god it seems
Had brought the burning wings
That overwhelmed the whole Eden
And let blood shed before the haven.
Her scream echoed above the sky
Tears overflowed, fumed with sigh
Unto her sight –the great fall
The stronghold of man, last of them all
The great king, prince of the gods;
The champion of man, priest of the high altars
Has lost their strength, their will
For the poisonous monster had come for her fill.
Brim stone after brim stone
Had kissed every wall of the hearth’s stone:
That was ones burning
Sacred to her –the mother of the living,
That was ones the center of sacrifice
Where her kind to meet the ancient face
That was their holy witness
Of her nobles’ ought and promises.
Her cry had reached the holy mountain
Silence was overtaken, its horror within
Unto her eyes, the children of the earth
Like grasses consumed, deprived of their breath
The Armageddon, alas!
Doom to the pillars that was
The entrance of the ancient one
In the blink of an eye, is gone.
The angry wind had strike in its endless fury
To the street its distraction, truce to its decay
Between north and south
It crushed the tower of the last divine Abbot
-the refuge of the prophets
Last of their kind, and their deathless sages,
The wind it seems, breath of the demon
Master of malice and ruler of deception.
Her wailing had eaten every corner
The sacredness of the altar
Had find its offerings –man and his wickedness
Its chamber hovered with dying flesh, bloody wish:
The golden cup, left empty and broken,
The bread of life, unto the cast, not to be eaten;
Unto them -the children of man, spirited earth
All over them -the image and likeness, is death.
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