Strange

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Photo by Alice Alinari on Unsplash

Written June 13, 2013

The strange light burns on 
Through the night with strange blades 
For company/ Whirring through the air
Sending light 
And air a-scatter
As below them, things and lives shift
Alike in a sea of trash

They stand vigil over a strange place
A ruined palace its mistress afflicted 
By a strange illness
For what could cure her she sent 
Away way before the start of time
The wound within fest'ring
Like tears under a strange white light

She scoffs 
At princes on white chargers
Sent for her amusement/ Waves 
Away her food and drink
And sits by the sill to wait

In a strange vigil/ listening
For hoof beats forbidden/ For the sneak
Of stealth and whispered treason
For news 
Of the exiled, of rebellion and war
A strange prayer
From her lips/ victory 
For her enemy to return
To whisper her hence

Strange hopes into the wind/ Lay 
My kingdom to waste
Pillage, let the flames tear at the sky 
For I sent my love away/ and he
Returns only the day I am defeated 

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