Lampada Tradere Nostrum EstA Poem by LovingJoyFade to dull monochrome by dragging out and hanging on, meanwhile the night sky empties of stars long since gone, echoes of a distant time past dispersed and dispensed, looking out on nothing through a crystal ball lens, not seeing with these eyes, not knowing the half, in fear of rumours of battles 'twixt light and dark, creation and destruction, re-named good and evil, now sinners flock to point out the day's favourite heathens, here in the ice palace the flame burns inside, for it is our tradition to uphold the light, to carry the torch through the swamps rising, to fall in vain, brought down by the fighting, praying for those serving Mammon in need, hoping the lost will someday find their feet, here in the ice palace dragging things out, words are mere nothings lacking in clout, frozen away to the turn of the 'thirties, see how they run from history's certainties, still it is our tradition to uphold the lamp, so we'll mention a little girl called Anne Frank, wars are fought in many subtle ways, we who know are counting our days, those who so wish dance in a giddy, drunken daze, but hands that help do more than lips that pray, so we shall honour the tradition to uphold the lamp, 'til all human footprints blown away in time's shifting sands. © 2013 LovingJoyReviews
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