Winged AvatarA Poem by Gene Von BanyardMoving Forward.
Time on the mantle, Wormhole of a town. Black hole limbo, A broken toy’s shattered crown.
Turn the sand, Find strength in the void. Breathe inner found.
The Old Man nods from the cave, Sweetness smiles in respect. The pinions rise in splendour, The very air is of pride.
The Tower burns, The Wheel turns, The Fool dances on.
© 2016 Gene Von Banyard |
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Added on March 11, 2016 Last Updated on March 11, 2016 Author
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