The Monologue of Peter

 

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(A lone voice whispers)  

Like a common pale beach stone

I stand alone watching eternity's ever-rolling seas  

.  

On one of its relentless sea shores  

As God reaches down to teach my eternal soul

With new experiences before I'm buried 6 feet under the dark soil

Some good  

Some bad  

With a few good people, I've known

A few I've loved  

A few I've hated

A few beyond my reach but still my soul beseeches to preach whilst on patrol

And like a stone

I like now being alone for my last jaunt with Life lessons still hurt

My heart got broken and now lays bleeding in this now red dirt

She came in so darn fast  

Like a dervish whirlwind

Kissed and confessed she loved me

As we shared a moment in time where she promised she'd never leave

And our love would last

But that life lesson taught me wild oaths made in the low hours

Proclamations of fidelity

Loyalty and hope should be taken with a pinch of salt

For the Dominion, we can't see  

A part of the Occult

The Principality who watches all things alongside the Lord

A dark raw power

Will do all it can to crush your dreams and leave them dying like autumn leaves

In the Universes dust

If in a higher power you no longer trust

So like a beach stone

I stand on the edges of time and watch out for the Principalities minions

Cult members of The Dominion

As my heart heals and prepares for another of lifes lessons

When God once again  

Starts to teach  

  

A new type of soul purging but this time around

Now I have better experience  

I'll pray harder that I've found a similar stone on lifes beach

A watcher of the high seas just like me

So we can both be joyous for all eyes

Good or evil

To see

(C) Copyright John Duffy