Freedom

This poem/prophecy/strangeness is the product of a 5-hour-long plane flight across the country. :)

A Promise crafted in the dark

Prevents the spirit's soaring flight.

Discover Heaven's sacred Mark

To See again the Tomb of Light.

 

A life of deathly, earthly bonds

Transforms the souls to dirty slave.

The Mirror Great, a field of ponds,

Shows what we are: a groupof knaves.

 

Yet souls preserved wear out the storm,

Taversing skies of deepest blue.

We hear their songs in lilting form,

Announcing Freedom's dream is true.

 

The Wings of Angels clipped away

Leave naught but men of foolish pride.

But blood of Life, the price to pay,

Can quench the rage, turn back the tide.

 

The Time approaches, rushing in,

To break the Oath of Chains and Lies.

The endless sky revokes our sin,

Awaiting Hope, the greatest prize.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Wildfleour]

Sounds like a chant.............