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A Ghost of Visions Old

Poetry By: Graeme Montrose
Poetry


The Cycle


Submitted:Nov 13, 2009    Reads: 103    Comments: 10    Likes: 5   


The Vision
Born into the world of pain
An echoing cry rent the air
Born in the dust and breath of wind
Life did split in twain
Death reached out to claim a life
Its' claws did open wide
Yet faith it snatched the child away
From out its' very grasp
An aerial harp then struck a chord
A wolf it cried aloud
The earth did jump and shake anon
A star fell to the sea
These ominous signs some seers did see
Such signs they understood
Hear now I cry what things I say
The gods of the earth and air
Well look I say their signs to see
The heavens rent the stars do fall
Great tremors feel the earth doth slip
The oceans billow high
The druids' dark do ever seek
A change will take now place
The old shall pass away I see
A new seed spring to life
The trees and earth do sing to me
The waters harmonize
The air plays pipes and joins as one
Earth's orchestra of life
The prophet speaks the bard doth sing
The poet weaves his web
The druids gather in the dark
Within the circle stones
The future opens to the sight
The seer and sage combine
A wizard weaves his spell for all
I understand at last
The ancient ways are buried now
The old years past and gone
We mourn the death of innocence
The new has just begun
Life's buds anew will grow I say
Life's cycle endless flow
The wheel doth turn, as oft it will
A ghost of visions old




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