Hail Poetry Slave

Hail thou poetry slave, rose from dust and ash
Armageddon's passed, rush now from the Cave
In phoenix flight, fly, flee thou this mortal caste
Lift your wings of light o'er this shadowed grave

Parched, bleached of colour, hues that once held fast
Over man and age, over kingdoms brave,
Even 'til their breath left them at long last,
Turning back to sand. In their dying gave
Reason to rejoice, birth from that life past;
Yesterdays illusions finally frayed.

Sincere is the blood of the now outcast,
Love heeds these tender saplings in this day
Amid poetic songs, bathed in meanings vast,
Verses do recount and sages do say,
Each will receive and each is called to task.



© garnet robbie