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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Ena Whiteraven (a.k.a. Henry) is a writer and poet who uses elements of mystery and fantasy to inspire readers to seek truth and embrace imagination and creativity in an increasingly dark world. Her work has been featured at The Poetry Bar and The Positivity Press. Her author site, The Whiteraven Net, will feature excerpts from her upcoming poetry book.
Ena enjoys finding fellow writers, as well as publishers, who share her vision. She occasionally appears as a guest blogger on the famed Spiritually Awkward Magazine / A Life Of Virtues with her friend and mentor Alura Cein. In her spare time, she also enjoys reading, gardening, paper and nature crafting, learning new skills, and living the simple life. She’s also an active member of the private Facebook group Exploring Angels.
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