In the Hall of Stone and chiseled rock
Ghostly spirits stir the air
Haunting whispers, bitter words
Forget! Abandon! Forsake! Despair!
In the Hall of Stone and twisted plots
A cunning tyrant rules and schemes
Dark eyes, red rimmed with greed and lust
Dark heart consumed by darker dreams
In the Hall of Stone and stinking rot
Legends weep and heroes die
Deeds gather rust as chains corrode
And names fade thin in dungeon night
In the Hall of Stone where I am lost
I curse my shackled legs and wrists
Then steel dissolves in inky rain
And a pen rewrites deliverance
2 comments:
Maybe it's because I was discussing the mythical themes in 70's rock last night, but it reminds me of something from Led Zepplin. Just needs some hobbits. ;)
I think the best poetry is a journey, for the poet and the reader. Maybe it's just to a red wheelbarrow in the rain, maybe it's to a deeper understanding of the soul.
If you're at all into Greek mythology, check out C.S. Lewis's Til We have Faces.
This poem is SO AWESOME. Buttery words. Keep writing!
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