Shadows II

Erie shadows cloud our dreams

and forge across crystal streams,
as silent steeds rise to obey
with stormy eyes of blue and grey.

Deadly vapors stain the stars;

Painted scenes of battle scars.

Satanic shrines of created games

twist the world through forgotten frames,
leaving nothing but shadows of poisoned pawns
fading before the tenant of the coming dawn.

Stands the haven of freedom swine’s;

Guarding ripped fragments of their minds.

Watery spines elude the pain

falling with the ember rain
around stone soldiers awaiting the lance;
countless souls in a deadly trance.

Held aloft with their victory blow;

Flitter’s the earth through endless shadows.

Randy Rowe
Copyright: 1972, 1996, 2009