No blind infatuation nor momentary thrill
Can touch the steadfast heart,
The loyal truth that pulses
To a starry drumming of infinite rhythm.
Nothing can restrain it!
Human words are meaningless,
Falling on deaf ears that only seek the guidance of Heaven.
A group of souls united
In the exploration of worlds,
They are the Pride of the Heaven and granted immortality.
Is it any wonder that mankind now sees destruction?
Chaos and an empty heart – imbalances of mind?
This is the sacrifice they made on the altar of self-rule.
This is the gift they have abandoned
In favor of tyrannical safety.
Poetry Copyright © 2020 by Ena Whiteraven All rights reserved.
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