The shield of safety tightly bound
To that sacred edifice
Refreshed, renewed by seven measured rounds
Passersby must think it strange
The workings of a madman of eccentric mind
The wars of sorcerers know no bounds
What would they think of what led him here?
Rulers reward the rich in power
But heaven praises those who tried
What secrets he knows, and too close for comfort!
He showed you that paradise supreme
And you let the vultures pick his bones
The dead have long memories
The Earth’s is even longer
His is the dream of innocence
That comes to light the way
In furthest reaches dark and forlorn
The innocence shall be reborn
Poetry Copyright © 2017 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
Inspired by the life and death of Nikola Tesla.
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