streets of blood
she stood upon the terrace high
streets of blood below
the gate left open in the night,
a dark sky threatens snow
with swine and pearls running free
her bed sheets fought the wind
a tear drop fell her worried eyes
at hate now once again
of drawbridge wars in endless fight
to stones of castle keep
a single rose a’ bloom this dawn
as mothers come to weep
for sons of father’s destined fall,
these followed footsteps bare
along the streets so narrow, long,
where death becomes aware
“enough!” she shouted far and wide
“this fighting now shall end”
“take your swords and hateful spite,
do not return again”
and lifting high her amulet
upon a staff of wood
she chanted as the stone did glow
this morning where she stood
“of peace, let all be felt this hour
thy breath of saddened greed
be gone, be gone, oh beast of war
no longer doth thou feed
ye shadows o’er a nightfall mist
lest blood befall your hand
beyond this tree lined sacred place
be gone from this our land”
when then a mighty wave did flow,
the streets were cleansed of fear
and there beyond horizons call
the sunrise did appear
and where once sat a single rose,
one thousand buds did grow
of crimson red and silken gold,
the sweetest fragrance flow
mothers hugged their children close
as loudly trumpets blared
the bloodied streets now white with snow
and love by all was shared
but there within the canyons lurked
cast eyes of beaded red
“i shall return to take this place
o’ ye who think me dead”
“to once more fill yon streets with blood
of this ye can believe
no matter what the masses want,
know this, i shall not leave”
copyright © chris green | year posted 2016
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