Friday, November 9, 2012

Victory over Death

  by GJ Gillespie

THIRSTING for quench
Hydra's many heads
Come down from heights
To spit upon the deep

Cut short by lofty defenses
That force inevitable retreat
Sure as children manifest
An innocence that keeps

All pre-historic monsters
Are at a loss for words
At the sunset of the years
When resistance is complete

The gentle of the earth
Lost among the beasts
Twitch lips to murmur truths
And pose with those who sleep

From sullen beds
The meek will awake
To greet a wonder
Too glorious to speak

Arise mighty recompense
Judge both strong and weak
Commence that promised kingdom
Spread out like a feast




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