TPAC Alexander Coppedge
The Throne - Poem by TPAC Alexander Coppedge
Spots that run like logs on water,
shadows along forest fog creeping,
bent low in misty bog are going people.
Beside bluish river's path were twitches,
eyes above decayed leaves hiding,
steps splashes sides of its bath.
Locusts trouncing hollows to and fro,
cloaked going slow,
beneath night flow pouncing among the trees.
Lives ascending a mountain scattered in bunches,
efforts view gleam fountain,
their hurt sustain as they leave.
People ear-piercing cried tortures in tides,
shot had picture sadness ride,
of those who slide and lied.
While a thunder act up high cracked a warning,
sparks given fact of lightning in sky,
for blundered reaction.
Throne justice is for them who did run,
nobody found nice,
now not had pun or mice site from fear to hide.
The day the law of God sat on the mountaintop,
upon the throne His say,
when the King of Kings way came by.
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