Poem.

I’m exhausted, and I don’t feel like writing a full Blog, so we’re going to deviate from the path again, with a poem I wrote a few years back for one of my books…other than that, I’ll settle for some quick tidbits for today.

The usual chores got done, of course, only a short edit, followed by more work on the project outside. The weather was just too beautiful to stay inside; a cool breeze there to keep the heat at bay, the sun still shining brightly and clouds rushing overhead. It was really quite beautiful.

Did lots of digging, filling up the container of rock that was made yesterday, preparing it for planting at some point in the near future. The younger sibs finished up with the one in the small yard underneath “the wall”, big brother added another step of the stairs that will lead up to my porch, and I prepared the foundation for two more walls that will hold plants.

Prior to getting a new load of rocks…we’ve got a good stockpile now, so we might decide to stop getting new loads for a bit…we went for a jog, and I found that I could actually run over a hundred and fifty yards without being completely out of breath. Yay. I love progress!

Okay, that pretty much sums up the day, so here’s the poem.

“Our Leader Slain”

With eyes as bright as the sky
He made us think we could fly

Eons had passed in which we’d searched
Wanting that one thing evil would have purged

One Titan, hidden from the beginning
Stood tall and brought the crowds to singing

His praise, his wisdom so very clear
Erasing with a word, everything…but most our fear

He was our leader, the one who knew it all
He would save us forever, from our eternal fall

His battle fierce and cruel
Lasted only shortly when the coward took our jewel

Murdered this Titan was
Leaving nothing but a statue of brass

After a life of struggle and dedication
All he left was an indication

A name to write in history’s tales
As the one who rises, and then fails

Those who stood behind him from the start
Regretted most, his untimely depart

For what they saw in this Titan, fair and strong
Could have righted every wrong

He stood for goodness and what was right
Raising a revolution for justice’s fight

He would have led the world if not the universe
But what we saw in him was not perverse

It was how it was meant to be
He was creator’s only key

His destruction will make the earth tremble and shiver
Making his enemies fearful and quiver

This Titan shall rule
It is not to ridicule

The way the world was meant to be made
Will come soon, and never fade

When the Titans rise
And the dragon flies

Then this world will know perfection
This time, without election.