Thursday, April 22, 2010

Misery and The Cold War of Gloom


Misery and The Cold War of Gloom
The Clock with its outsretched arms,
Tries to embrace the elusive Time.
The arms tall and angular, of no visible harm,
Time evades, the Clock muffles a soft chime.

Accomplices of Time, the Hours and Minutes.
Slip by, as the arms rotate in desperation.
Last lap approaces, the Clock at its end of wits.
Emerges the cloak of Darkness, the Time of Liberation.

Misery sits in solitude, perched atop the Tree of Life.
Lone audience to the waging war of Cold and Gloom.
The dark Shadow looms large, being Darkness' wife,
Hence the war is fought beneath the turf where sunflowers bloom.

With daggers drawn and crossed swords,
Damp flows out of cold, Gloom pervades.
Cold benumbs Misery; at Gloom, Victory lauds.
Cold basks in the warmth of Misery, isolation shades.

Time holds out his slender hand to Misery,
Isolation floats around her like a shield of black and blue.
The children of the sands of Time swallow her, in a bid to bury.
Fate descends on Isolation, the future known to a chosen few.