Albert Martin

Little Egypt. Taken And Enchanted - Poem by Albert Martin

Dark days
Darkening this place
Our lonesome moor
Brown face
The one of the God that does us this
When he had everything that he had wished…
Who was the insane that asked for more?

Who's climbing to the moon?
I see him from here
He's gonna fall as soon
As he gets the knowledge about the nature of fear
Cause a demon appear
And will show there ain't no room
For usurpers of power
They've got a place in the rear

Lights in the town
I'll never get there
Work over work waits
Down here at the ovens I must care

And if an angel arises
I'll have to send him back
No one's known or seen Isis
And that one who has to get me out of here
Goes dressed the deepest black

Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy fiction, god, history

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Poem Edited: Friday, January 6, 2017

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