Demigods
Dark waves lash the shores of eternity.
Demigods gather beneath broken shards of clay.
Their stone lips shout above infinites roar “oh righteous, oh righteous are we”.
The hallowed water swirls; the currents steal their words.
The darkness always present has its way.
J. Allen Wilson © 10/2007
Fair Are Thy Hands
Be safe,
Karen
Love,
Susan