Between Great Pillars of Ice.
We sailed upon a sea of lead
between great pillars of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
Upon an island wreathed in smoke
where streams of mercury
tumbled down obsidian cliffs
we made a camp where monsters spawned
besides a molten sea.
Beneath a hill of frozen bones
we found a buried tomb
and on a bed of sculpted stone
the King of Mortal Hopes lay still
and on his skull a crown of gold
proclaimed the World's true Doom.
We sailed upon a sea of fire
in search of Heaven's shore,
a burning thirst consumed our souls
as salt devoured our mortal flesh
and stripped our senses raw.
In dreams of madness and desire
we heard bright spirits sing
and some, compelled by that sweet choir,
consigned their bodies to the waves
that reared above our vessels bow
like some Dark Angels wings.
Of thirteen proud and youthful men
that sailed from Avalon
when Wonder ruled in Albion
and Timaeus was King
I alone have escaped Time
and strive against the Sea
as seasons and long centuries
keep company with me.
At times I think I am the fool
of great Eternity.
I sail upon this sea of lead
between great pillars of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
Sometimes I dream of fleeting peace
until the winds shrill scream
awakens me to howling night
and stars a livid green,
burning like fell demons eyes
or Angels old and wise
with secrets that mere Gods forget
and truths debased to lies.
Sometimes a thought of Paradise
passes overhead,
above the skies of bronze;
I almost smell the distant shores
of fabled Lands of Song.
Sometimes the ghosts of Avalon
stand unseen at my side
wrapped in gorgeous gowns of silk,
in youths grand schemes and pride.
Upon the Sea of Ancient Lead
great Kings and Princes stride,
upon their heads great crowns of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
We sailed upon a sea of lead
between great pillars of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
Upon an island wreathed in smoke
where streams of mercury
tumbled down obsidian cliffs
we made a camp where monsters spawned
besides a molten sea.
Beneath a hill of frozen bones
we found a buried tomb
and on a bed of sculpted stone
the King of Mortal Hopes lay still
and on his skull a crown of gold
proclaimed the World's true Doom.
We sailed upon a sea of fire
in search of Heaven's shore,
a burning thirst consumed our souls
as salt devoured our mortal flesh
and stripped our senses raw.
In dreams of madness and desire
we heard bright spirits sing
and some, compelled by that sweet choir,
consigned their bodies to the waves
that reared above our vessels bow
like some Dark Angels wings.
Of thirteen proud and youthful men
that sailed from Avalon
when Wonder ruled in Albion
and Timaeus was King
I alone have escaped Time
and strive against the Sea
as seasons and long centuries
keep company with me.
At times I think I am the fool
of great Eternity.
I sail upon this sea of lead
between great pillars of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
Sometimes I dream of fleeting peace
until the winds shrill scream
awakens me to howling night
and stars a livid green,
burning like fell demons eyes
or Angels old and wise
with secrets that mere Gods forget
and truths debased to lies.
Sometimes a thought of Paradise
passes overhead,
above the skies of bronze;
I almost smell the distant shores
of fabled Lands of Song.
Sometimes the ghosts of Avalon
stand unseen at my side
wrapped in gorgeous gowns of silk,
in youths grand schemes and pride.
Upon the Sea of Ancient Lead
great Kings and Princes stride,
upon their heads great crowns of ice
carved to monstrous spikes and peaks
by dragons exiled ages past
from Ancient Paradise.
The Poets Garret
WildCity Writers' Workshop
Poetry Challenges
Selected Poetry
