(A lone voice whispers)
You
The true rebels of this new technological generation
Who have dwelled in grateful gratitude
In these now rare
Lands of Phantasia
And smiled into the face of impending Death
Daily
With never-ending elation
You
The midnight or daylight writers or readers
Scattered like bird seeds
Throughout every known nation
Glistening stars of such literal inspiration
Worthy of inaugurating into the Fraternity of Holy
Communication
Let the Love of Words
Fly like quivers from Eros's crimson and leather bow
To strike the sacred golden inscribed bell
Upon high
From where all inspiration flows
And let all demons be
exsolved
Separated and purged with quiet exhalation
On a deeper level
For as long as your life still glows
Like a Christmas Red Rose
And your heart still beats
Like one of John Bonham
Beats
Your soul will forever rise
For such as you
Were born
To never know
Defeat
So mote it be
For
Like the old gods
Sleeping under the sea's
We pray to the skies
For you
So it will be
To spirits of our family and friends
All around us
As we wander unseen
Circling free
We look to the skies
So it will be
To shadows
Hiding your dreams
We beseech the night
To reveal them
So it will be
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
λογοτεχνία:
Greek for literature.
Phantasia:
A genre of fiction or other artistic work - characterized by fanciful or supernatural elements.
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