Rapture
By doughunt
Always running somewhere, flee the crumbling city The wall won't yield, rooted in age nine days 'till morning The night assures no escape, his hold grows with each star's leave And I fear that dawn forever known never to return A legend of old surely lost with the earth, envisions a lonely figure A lonely figure, an army of thousands coming to us in the dying sun Lost images linger on, remembered, is there hope to scale this height But a burst of sun over the ridge, his arms bringing warmth to this cold earth And high, a rider robed in common, lifts his hand, calls our captor A last breath, the walls assent, silent praise to the sky... Written September 7th, 1976 © on Aug 28 2001 03:35 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Always running somewhere, ..."