Struggle

In the strange glittering night,

 strings of light across the sky.

From Heavens Hell like neon liquid cyan,

fell the fires of Orc.

We hid sinful and luminous behind the twisted wreckage,

saw ruinous times indeed.

Vaporous and evil our spirit of thought ensnared as one the Devil's flock.

Does God wander aimlessly,

out of control, fighting to return the wavering fold?

Locked in struggled combat,

 images of himself,

on the feilds of Golgotha.

Splitting atoms and splitting souls,

time through space tearing holes.

Be watchful yet unafraid,

from all his wounds are sermons made.

Author's Note

Reviews

[wordman]

fantistic write,great images

[Kenneth The Poet]

Interesting write. A fine jaunt along the line that separates good and evil.

[Brittany Zedalis]

Heh, 2001: A Space Odyssey. An..interesting movie indeed. This poem is really great.

[R. L. Hill]

This pretty much blew my mind.

[Raymond Federle]

Insert smiley face here >>>>>