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I wanted to start a poetic series but I wasn’t sure how and what topic. Ironically while debating on the genre, this poem began to formulate in my mind. So while this isn’t part one of a serious (Though it has the potential to become a series), I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. 

 

Down to the darkest abyss
Here’s a tale you’ll never forget
Unless you fall into the pit
The one that brings out your worst fears

There is a secret you’re sure to know
A source that’s more than any gold
Wipe that sneer, you’ve been told
There’s a hell you may come to know

Arrogant, gallant, high in the air
Watch your pride go and bring a standstill
Fight for what you want
Believe in what you believe

Your light of glory will surely fail
At the wondrous sight you’ll see
Shall I say you are grand?
No, that would be deceit

This magnificent glow is fair you see
It spreads and strikes with fear
But h how it pulls you in
and how it burns and sears

This is the end my fellow friends
But here’s a word to the wise
Keep wide your heart and strong your mind
As life pulls you around

Whether up or down, good or bad
Time will surely state
Will you fall into Heaven’s grace
Or burn in Hell’s embrace 

How you torment me o false star!
Making empty promises and lethal threats
You shine so bright, but oh how you are cold
The heat that follows you gives you no warmth
A cold hallow fire that makes false light
Yet you dare fake star to make yourself bright
Using plight souls as your inner shine
How wicked you are, dim star
Using words that bares you no resemblance
Yet you are determine to wreck me of sleep and peace
Hear me o’ lost star, I pity you
For no love comes to you
Forever frozen, love spares you no peace

     While driving from my hometown to Baltimore, I witnessed a remarkable sight. It was during the wee hours of the morning, probably about 4am. I was weary and lacking in sleep. However, I was determine to witness daybreak while in the inner lining of the mountains. By the time 5am rolled around, I was bouncing in my seat to techno music trying to stay awake. I intended to pull over and rest after the breaking of the dawn. Finally, at 5:30, light began peeping through the clouds. At 5:45, orange and red begin to explode like a sweeping fire across the sky. It was remarkable! The mountains as its back dropped made me truly appreciate my surrounds and the blessing of being able to live in such a place where I could see such a sight.   It brought about a poem.

“Oh, how I long for the colors of your gownIt’s red hues and orange sashes draping about.
Oh, how lovely, your most elegant crown”
Light blues with wispy pearls of a cloudy white
If only I could adorn you with purple silk
And place your throne upon the rolling hills
So that all could see your golden tresses
Complimenting your tone of smooth white milk
Floating about from dawn to dusk
Fading back into the night until the next morning light