I saw a blanch sanguinary face
as clawing circlet cut his brow,
I heard the words of approbation
to men below this knotted bough
I saw him carry slight and shame
a wound deep within his side,
with a final breath before exhale
I watched as this man died
I saw one draped in silken linen
buried deep in cadged vault,
awake to pristine dispensation
and by reprieve would find no fault
I saw a man on mounted rise
shown bright with veneration,
being proffered on celestial wing
by a cloud of transformation.
Hey @stanjames, nice piece! Thanks for sharing. I enjoyed your writing. Keep up the good work!
Nice brother, thanks!
Now that our labors are ready to bear fruit
Our fates have run dry
Still you watch us without expression and mute
As all our plans go awry
My complain is not a blame unto you my master
It is my companions for whom I lament
They stood by me through every disaster
Without complaint or even a wee comment
Nice little poem :) Thanks for stopping by; blessings!