Cacophony: An Unfinished Requiem

Hallowed mists of time part, fade, swallowed by revelation;
Every day another battle; another battle fought every day,
And the price to pay for survival is ever-constant revival
Of steel heart, bronze shield of soul, with sword on field
Of an ongoing war with store of untold memories enfolded
In cold-earth graves of fool and knaves and heroes brave.

Onto what can we hold to make us bold, except the unseen Other,
Up under which we take cover — Power of Life, and Tower of Truth.

Shofar sounds, drum beats profound, each warrior crowned
With thin, broken helmet from unspoken conflicts forgotten
By rotten memory of humanity; cacophony and insanity reign,
Earth shakes, mountains quake at marching feet of unbeaten
And unseen foe, ready to strike deadly blows, so blood flows
Oh-so freely, slowly seeping into Gaia, mother earth weeping.

Onto what can we hold to make us bold, except the unseen Other,
Up under which we take cover — Power of Life, and Tower of Truth.

Every day … every day … every day …

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One thought on “Cacophony: An Unfinished Requiem

  1. The power of life
    And the tower of truth
    What a mouth full
    Just to know that someone is speaking about the soul of man
    Than to speak about his death
    Is comforting
    As always Sheldon

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