House (part two)

Inspired by a trip to the countryside, written directly into the uploader.

I opened my eyes to find,
those red ropes around me bind,
and guide those who wonder,
wish and dream of something older,
something ancient...

Vulcan returned to my arms,
his hammer held aloft, to fall,
and strike that cyclops who tipped,
and poured that shiny brass into the mould,
to cast another weapon...

Colour the memory, find my lines,
and show the world,
now with lights in their hands,
where their families lived,
all those years ago...

A painting, a photograph,
preserve my bones and keep in mind,
the ageless nature of my kind, to sit,
and wonder what might be,
in another hundred years...

Wind blow and strip me of my woes of waiting,
send those clear waters below my feet,
return those who wage war upon me,
to rest eternally, whilst others might sleep...

For I sleep,
no more...

Author's Note

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