A mythical supernatural short poetic monologue, for those who enjoy, semi long reads.
Salute.
The Call of Exo
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever tasted the sour black wine
Of trying to live a life of separation in lands of desolation
One filled with an erratic marching Mariachi band
Playing the Vihuela and Guitarrón
Taking turns
Singing in rhymes
About your pain
As they play on
About living a life with nothing to gain
Surrounded by Kukulan dark soldiers
Of an unseen nation
From The Great In-Between
Chanting mantra's of shame with a sabbatical of
Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem
Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem
(Join our ranks and find freedom)
(Join our ranks and find freedom)
Living a new life without any seemingly form of emancipation
Blamed
Like a new Eve
For all bad things
Conceived
Lost in a schism of time
Hovering like a hummingbird
Between the fluctuating streams of two worlds
The Old and New
As they burn
Like green and blue
paper cups
Filled with broken dreams
Of love
Hope and peace
Even yellow cups of sadness with no sight of escape or release
This prophetic dream
Of a Paradise Lost
Like Milton
I was shut down with every night as my soul was unwritten
Like a clone of Nikola Tesla who once dreamed of making it
As his patents were forbidden
And as I now shudder in this cold while that familiar story
Like a dark Hollywood picture show
Unfolds
There is a new voice calling like a siren
An original voice
Summoning my soul
With soft sounds
I hear whispering in my centrepiece
Llámame y vendré
Llámame y vendré
(Call me, and I'll come)
(Call me and I'll come)
Over and over
A voice crawling all over and haunting my inner place
Of grey walls
In the Void
As it slowly calls
Llámame y vendré
Llámame y vendré
Echoing
With hope's desires and all-consoling dreams
As the Kukulan dark soldiers
Retreat and scream
Unctus Tu ad nos pertinent Equites in Aeternum Pulvis
Unctus Tu ad nos pertinent Equites in Aeternum Pulvis
(L)
(Anointed Thou belongs to us Knights in the Eternal Dust)
(Anointed Thou belongs to us Knights in the Eternal Dust)
As they come to know
Their calls
I no longer trust
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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