hope of the fallen

There is a place  were they say

legends grow

and were the brave

live in days of snow 

once there was hope 

still the ruins 

run deep like roots of a tree

no mountain with snow 

will tower over

the pendulums row

  

so many  tales of us to many 

deaths to take the  rocky toll

the infer-red sky

will give sign 

to the little 

thing we call hope

no ought

it  grow

in the

light of the 

ever-winter 

glow  

 

Reviews

[Celie Rose]

This poem is very interesting. I like the imagery. Words and rhymes flow nicely together and feelings are well expressed. Keep up the good work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we do need much more hope in the world...i like the thought here, but would suggest editing will help smooth out the reading ....

j.