I sat by the firepit
Sipping warm tea
The aroma of mint briefly tickled my nose
Continuing on, I smiled
The other man began to speak
Remember back when?
When he found and returned us to glory
Giving us our abilities to change, evolve and grow.
The power over light and darkness
Is there nothing better than being his likeness
Searching through the night
For what is sweet
Always asking for what is me
Listening and learning, always on the turning
Do I find the man to be
Always coming towards me
For now I know we are greater
So we serve but the latter
Of that massive ladder
Old wood stained so bold
That even the warriors of old should be told
That we are coming
Fear not the light
For I seek the simple eye upon which we must stand
Doth death play in our hands
Changing for the world
Evolving into what is swirled
Do I stick my neck out for the folk
Who boast not of his mighty deed
But search out answers in places unseed
I stab and jab trying to grab
The people by the heart
For I know son, this world is strange
But by this place I know we are safe
So sit there enjoying the tea
For he draws near
Yes he does in did
On the horizon does a figure stand
Searching for his comrades
Hand in hand
His dark eyes glance over the tree's
Death incarnate, oh yes please
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The Poetry Gripe
PoetryWelcome to a collection of poems I've written over the years. Some are a true delve into meaning and life. While others struggle with love and strife. The path ahead is not so easy. Please be careful reader, the mind is not so easy.