The Chaste Man
Silver bullets of chaste hearts claim.
Pathways fraught of darkness stain.
Crystal rivers flow on days end unimpeded.
Gallows rise one by one symbolic of life cheated.
Endurance half mustered by the promise of a better day.
Obstacles of misery challenge structured steps along the way.
Spirits last clinging hope dances violently on hang man rope.
Life relinquished to gauderies way unable to grasp; to cope.
Masked man stands now on a platform bare.
Trap door loosed; crowds gather in morbid stare.
Murmurs shuttle from their lips to their blackened hearts.
Genteel is the soul from the chaste man as it departs.
J. Allen Wilson © TWO 2007
Peace,
Joselyn
Potent write and noble depiction of The Chaste Man being more than a conqueror.....
Blessings, Rhonda
Regis
Enjoyed!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Love,
Eileen