“The Days Of Long Farewell” – Poetry

Hearken, children! Gather ’round!

Circle’s cast on sacred ground

As I speak this ancient tale

Of the days of long farewell –

Lean in closer, bend your ears!

All may listen, few may hear

Stories and predictions made

Learned from cradle, passed to grave –

Now we face them each in turn

All because we haven’t learned

Ensconced in envy, greed, and pride

And whoring ’til the day we die –

Leave the rebels in their slumber

To the Dark Arts they surrendered

Fair thee long, and fair thee well

For Angels in your houses dwell –

Hearken, children! Gather ’round!

Circle’s cast on sacred ground

As I speak the ancient tale

Of the days of long farewell –

Gods have sung, and trumpets blown

Man has reaped what he has sown!

Light has concurred death and fear

And all will know that We were here.

 

Poetry Copyright © 2020 – 2023 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.

Based on ancient texts and Alura Cein’s Angelic Herald

Quote: Alura Cein