Poem 7
There the object sits
On the dark & desolate plain
Lightning erupts all around it
It contracts as if in pain.
The thing has stood for many years
With no support and all alone
A bastion to hold up all others
When they thought that all hope was gone.
The fertile plain it once sat upon
Is now a rocky, craggy plateau
The once beautiful blue and sunny skies
Are now dark with clouds hanging low.
Suddenly it tenses, there's something new in it's domain
The west is the direction from whence this new intruder came.
It quickly summons it's defenses
For it feels the presence drawing near
So beautiful the light it shines
So bright yet so clear.
The defenses are having no effect
For she offers no dangerous threat
Over his head she quickly throws
(Made of love) a vast net.
Circumstances be such that
No device nor trap need she have thrown
For the nectar of Cupid
Into his heart did flow.
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Now the same scene
One moon has passed us by
The grass has returned to the field
The beautiful blue hue to the sky.
He's no longer standing alone
Atop his hill of despair
For standing beside him is a wonderful girl
And his happiness she did repair.
©1997 Jason R. Cunningham
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