Waltz of the Red SquareA Poem by Lewis Davis-NormanA little something from my trip to Russia, hope you enjoy!In the And we dance on the ice in the moon’s mellow light Where our cold breath will wisp through the embers of day And the pains of our earth softly crumble away. Fireflies illume in the midwinter glow Whilst a spectrum of jewels ripples across the snow A meek glow-worm of calm in a city of trouble A kingdom of tyrants has been reduced to rubble. The metropolitan hum jerks as its arteries clog Whilst the city is choked by industrial smog But the music of peace shimmers where the church stands As I glide on the ice gracing your tender hand. We are watched by this fortress so splendidly old That has gazed upon histories of bloodshed and cold A plethora of tales, of ballads and lies A blood-stained idyll where demons reside. When the details of past have withered from our minds The aura of the When the Tsars fall to shadow in the past's shallow scope A love blooms at its core as a glimmer of hope. © 2013 Lewis Davis-NormanReviews
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