In Remembrance

As we set out on this journey, young and bright,

We did not have a clue of this plight,

What I believe, as many others portray

That we were wiser than we are today.

I never thought it would come to this,

ruining the purity of our bliss,

So innocent, just so fine,

our thirst for wisdom was absurdly divine!

Our quest went sour, our quest went amuck,

once we started using the profane word ____,

It is not cool, it is not right,

so stop, or I'll leave, I just might!

So, my fellow comrades, as I say farewell,

please check your heart as it spouts from your well,

For even as the vulgarity flared,

I remember the great times we've shared.

Rivendell

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

Rivendell.

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.