Monday, June 3, 2013

Never to Return...

Breath of the Past
warms man's neck
grasp of a Dark Friend
points to distant shore's wreck

Eye's light soft dimming
this spectre's frame
his charges still clinging
mention your name

without turning give glare
hand, finger and bone
off worn shoulder
be not cast forlorn

Who is this messenger
in the night
a parchment remnant  
of Holy Rite

Who is this entity
within my soul
who foresees destiny's
unseen scroll

But God Himself
my rigors abate
to set once more
a sinner's fate

for deep chasm
and void are placed
for what once was
is now erased

He has set mountain path
daylight clear
The Wise King's Realm
steps draw near

for from that past
distant shore to spurn
one must accept His Grace
Never to return...

(Art - Dallas Bromley - Distant shores of being)

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