Thursday, March 24, 2011

For Thine is the Kingdom

Sitting alone
Atop a tower of
Charred ideals
Scanning the torched land
Spread beneath your smoldering palace
For thine is the kingdom,

Below they scurry
Stacking lost hope
Next to forgotten dreams
Movement and progress
You revel in the splendor
and the power,

Rising rapidly
Towers and spires pierce
The smoke filled sky
A monument to suffering
Forgotten but for the memories
and the glory,

Lasting tolls on a
Psyche burdened by
Thoughts of darkness
You mount your deadly throne
for ever and ever.

1 comment:

Michelle said...

This is still giving me the shivers...