Tonight Poem by Geoff Anton

Tonight



Tonight

In the grey of the abyss, it is said that all is lost
In the absence of the bliss, the air begins to frost
The trees begin to fold, and wither in the cold
The dismal land is desolate, and soon a king to throne
To reign and rule these wasted lands upon a sacred stone

As the darkness starts to creep, a lonely creature weeps
Upon a shriveled stump, the king is there to trump
On the empty canvas bleeding, he slips beneath the cracks
The behemoths start the feeding, and the entities find the tracks
The ones that slipped away are soon to paradise

In the solitude of the lights, the patrons stay the night
Not knowing of the plight, that caused unsettling fright
Monolithic statues shine, Mesmerized, the sky unfolds
For the lasting shrine, a new king to hold the throne
Emerges from the white, to rectify the fallen ones
Tonight, Tonight, Tonight!

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