This is a poem I wrote about heaven, exploring how the world views the afterlife. My apologies for the Lord of the Rings allusions.
Rivendell
A scintillating seraph
has thoughts of
fair futures in ever-peaceful
fair futures in ever-peaceful
Rivendell.
The glossy-pink
and says to itself;
the Homely House is
gone,
the elves are
gone.
Crispy tears
drip down her face
like
The sundering sea
lays like a
contented Charon, guarding the
Underworld.
“The ships are gone,
No more will pass,”
Rumbling waves proclaim.
and
lonely-forgotten gods
joyously weep
at their news.
Winter softly plays
bitter sullen melodies
in empty chambers;
The glossy-pink
sherry sky
watches with
its single eye,and says to itself;
the Homely House is
gone,
the elves are
gone.
Crispy tears
drip down her face
like
Don Giovanni praying
soulless songs.The sundering sea
lays like a
contented Charon, guarding the
Underworld.
“The ships are gone,
No more will pass,”
Rumbling waves proclaim.
Alas!
The silver-haired elves and
lonely-forgotten gods
joyously weep
at their news.
Winter softly plays
bitter sullen melodies
in empty chambers;
The world has ended.
The scintillating seraph
stares across the sea.
stares across the sea.
