A free verse poem about a musician that sings a song which can raise the dead.
|Song of the Ancients
I sit with my harp at the edge of forever
where I sing you the song of the ancients,
a melody braced in a time that was Heaven
as you stroke your long hair to my tune.
The strings of emotions, plucked before silence
that awaken the bones of the dead.
"Rise Up" be the words from my sun beaten lips
and make haste or the Devil you'll deal!
The gate of Nirvana, two mountains away
we have already passed through it's path.
On this, the edge of forever I sing
a new tear, you cry with each breath.
The Sun sets long, high the valley floor
as lovers take to reuniting
and enemies take to the sword again
as it should be and will be forever!