A Myth Taken Identity - the final chapters

this is merely part of greater whole, forgive the length, I have been told these tales are epic

I watch events as they unfold
sometimes before my eyes.
I read these pages that I hold
sometimes in great surprise.
I watch the skies, their tales are true.
Uranus and stern Saturn too
predict a war
like none before.
A war affecting all we do.

A peaceful mingling? There's doubt
for armies gather here.
They're difficult to see, no doubt.
Yet, can't you taste the fear?
The battle comes to Planet Earth
this blessed Planet of our birth.
Will evil fail?
Will good prevail?
It's up to us to prove our worth.

Take notice of the poet's son
for he's prepared for war.
With allies true, war has begun
and he's prepared for more.
His patience has grown mighty thin
as is the way of mortal men.
He longs once more
to fight a war
He calls to all the allies then.

For though we're merely mortal men
he calls us all to war.
For fear prevails when evil wins.
Let evil win no more.
His sword is shining brightly where
he fights these demons of despair
He calmly stands
with swords to hands.
Fools alone dare approach him there.

Yet not all allies fight this night
some kneel down in prayer.
Some contemplate the candle's light
but all are so aware
that only love will win this war,
that's like no other war before.
Love is the key
to victory,
as is the allies' great rapport.

Please share with me in silence now
a momentary prayer.
Every good thought will somehow
Help out our allies there.
Perhaps some day we'll understand
the strength we gain with pen in hand
Our pens still yield
our words, our shield.
The time has come to make our stand.

I cry in sorrow, I beseech
that love will rule the day.
That hope's not somewhere out of reach
and we can find the way.
The moment swiftly passes on.
A darkness grows where light once shone.
Yet in this night
there is still light.
For love can rule when fear is gone.

Still many questions burn my mind.
Have we yet done enough?
Are we ready for when we find
the going had got tough?
Do we all have the strength within
to face the *beast* within our skin?
There is such doubt
both in an out.
Will we be strong when hope is thin?

A will-o-wisp of wishful dreams
beset my heart and mind.
Though I found comfort in these themes
that's not what I seek to find.

Sustained by dreams, if dreams they be,
a frightening possibility.
Are we prepared or standing scared?
Few have heard and few have dared
to face the possibility
the construct we call reality
can somehow change and rearrange
by merely thinking differently.

I felt such fear within this dream.
I'll confess, I was afraid.
Dreams are no comfort in this world,
it's a world I never made.

I faced the *beast* within my skin
and you must face *it* too.
I'm guilty of a coward's sin
I was, but how 'bout you?

Give this *beast* *its* rightful name
and name *it* truthfully
Call *it* hate or hatred
and know *it* honestly.

Yes we have a lovely world
except there is such hate.
I hope we all can learn to love
before it is too late.
I'll state here, straight,
that 'I hate hate.'
and I hope I'm understood.
I hate the states that hate creates
I'm still fighting for the good.

The time has come, the time is NOW.
WE all must face this *beast* somehow.
Please let these words speak to your soul
these words that speak can make you whole.

This *beast's* sweet lies could be believed.
Even the allies could be deceived.
Open up your eyes and see
and face this *beast's* reality.

Though you might feel quite comfortable
a well kept home, a belly full.
Know these comforts can not last
when the final die is cast.

For comforts will not save our lives
when evil grows and evil thrives.
PEOPLE!! Open up your eyes!
Face the truth, not sweetened lies.

The poet's son has raised his sword
and called his allies in
but even this is not enough,
yet let the wars begin.

He raised his swords, it seems that I
must raise my pen up too.
Yet I do not stand alone
for I have allies true.

A drummer boy, a poet I,
let me beat this drum for you
Let it's quick bright thumping
be your inspiration true.

We, the allies, standing strong
standing tall and true and free
against a hidden, growing wrong
we fight, for liberty.

Let love flow through the things we do
and it will flow back again.
Let kindness win, let joy begin
and let this dream come true.

So spread the word, let it be heard
and the grave will lose its sting.
Love is the only answer
for it alone means everything.

I know of love, I know it's real
for life has shown me much.
It goes beyond just what I feel
into the human touch.

(The magician's standing very near
I can feel his presence here,
and with his love I am still filled
for love alone can not be killed)

Love is the only weapon true
that, as poets, we can use.
If you are a poet too
then make love the choice you chose.

Let not the dragons of despair
and practicality
blind your mind to hope and joy
and the possibility
that perhaps one day we all will stand
united in a peaceful land.
Perhaps one day this vision's quest
will help us all to do our best.

Will you join this mighty quest?
Do you swear to do your best?
Do you stand, a sword your pen,
defending love and mortal men?

Reviews

[Michael X]

you've found the thread of poetry and scripted the heart in psalms. the opening lines are ponderously intentful, and in many ways encapsulate the meaning, the imaginitive force behind the reasoning draws to mind the essense of life,

love, hate death, the grander scope of living and dying and peace as well as war, as said by the poet, and all that words can do, this is a reflection of a poetic referendum and the reason decides in inspirational clause what we can do to

make a better world, and you answer the term quite beautifully. create
for a better cause, think of ways to improve the quality, the fabric of
our lives, I really enjoyed your vivd use of imagery and the quality of
rhymes that bring this poem to life. brilliant job.

[blooming oak]

you are a great writer. this poem spook the words that my soul can not preduce...thank you