Farewell Of The President Poem by Antonio Liao

the bastion stands amidst the night
of the knights, possessing but not equals
to the forward
castle dream; where
a thousand miles of step capture the night

mingle the light of dark to the catacomb of
wisdom, all have tangled the mindedness
of fear as the
uncertainty of fear falls into
the dungeon of prison cell, a devour
lions await to weaken the anger of every
wolves

shadow whisper the incoming, weak as the
brave of mistake post to revenge;
the day becomes the moment to wait and the
night fears to come to light,
even the bird fails its feather to fly,
a bastion of truth reside
and falls to the ground

many tells the vision, but only few believed
the truth for the night calls to sleep
and the eye keeps on waiting;
neither few have accepted, nor
take the light, but only the heart review,
the host felt to the ground and stand
for nothing past but the words
will still the same

hold the hands and succeed the rope
of hope, the land is wet while your feet
is hard, let the your sight see
and feel the coming day to dry