Last Hope

by Shadowdance

Be still my beating heart
Lest deaths thrill, invited start
Does climb upon it's winged chair
And guide thee forth amongst it there.

The heavens were opened up on high
Yet angels singing, ne'er heard neigh
Where did render my evil thoughts
That I might be, unawares caught.

And wander aimless through this land
Blood were spilling upon the sand
Yet I amongst the living share
Death's pain, sorrow and despair.

Where hast gone hope, 'tis eluded
The rape upon this land protruded
The embers glow, but underground
Somehow must be quickly found.

A small child steps within my path
Takes my hand, I feel at last
Humanities suffering, soon will be
Ended with the death of me.

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This poem © Copyright 1998--by Shadowdance: aka Lola Overland.

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