Copyright 2012 Gordon Kuhn
All rights held by the writer.
Poet in the Rain Productions
Through a forest dimly lit
beneath a canopy of brooding dark
surrounding trees there tightly knit
no flying space for a tiny titlark.
Life’s options bitter bold
frosted air in gloom did share
the army in relentless darkness cold
moved silently as did they dare.
The foe was waiting in the fold
where twilight was the light in blindness see
and soldiers walked on for they were bold
and naught had the ability to enter a plea.
Oh troubled night that cames’t before the dawn
When warrior ghosts in full amour do cross the river
To stand in clusters of ten and twenty waiting on the grassy lawn
Waiting for word to up and enter
Join fast in line across the center
Some with swords, some with bow and arrow filled quiver
Their pact in blood is death to deliver.
Rage on, rage on
rage on you native sons
rage on beneath a blood dead sun
rage on before the coming of the dawn
rage on for life for thee is simply done. 6/1/2012