Custer's Last Stand
Michael Marchese
One day I will fade
From the annals of time
Along with conceptions
Of my human mind
Words that then gave them life
Be of speech or of pen
Will rust and dissolve
In the reigning of men
And moons waning then
On the powers that be
Will only sunrise
For the living to see
No sad elegy
From the melting ice faces
That filled up my oceans
With dark, empty spaces
My desert's oasis
Last puddle runs dry
The gardens I've tended
Will wither and die
No bluer the sky
No willows will weep
No creatures will mourn
Over my ever-sleep
As forever must keep
Spinning time in its hands
The valley still kneels
And the mountain still stands
Overlooking the lands
That I flowed through in peace
Unperturbed by the force
Of my river's release
As the winds of change cease
To carry my name
Upon phoenix wings
That ignited my flame
When I felt earth reclaim
All that I held dear
And saw no kingdom comes
That outshine the one here
No question mark fear
Just my last exclamation
This journey concludes
In the truth's punctuation
About the Creator
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