MAN'S LAMENT
Tale of The Golden Scroll
From Middle Earth to land and sea,
Three traveled to the shores of Greece
With tools of magic made to breach,
And suits of mercury for each.
In whalebone ships, they slipped below,
To dive to depths beyond the glow
With Lava glass upon their heads,
They filtered air from seaweed beds.
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Left adrift in the deepest seas,
A golden scroll from mystery
Well hidden for a thousand years,
Beneath 'the waterfall of tears'
There, sharks seek out the scent of blood,
Below, in holds adorned with mud
Among the ghosts of sailor’s drowned,
A treasure, longing to be found.
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Below the decks’ the mermaids played,
Hypnotic songs, their serenade
Delighted were the hunter’s eyes,
Strange creatures gave them such surprise!
Three men's intent to glorify,
From Middle Earth, from land, and sky
Found themselves as cold as death,
Confronted by the ghostly depths...
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Then, suddenly appeared a light,
Soft at first, then blinding bright
Below it stood a silver chest,
It’s secrets waiting to confess.
The chosen three, the chest in hand,
Delighted now, returned to land.
Within the scrolls, the truth be told,
Of man’s lament in days of old …
Eons ago the world loved greed,
Their hearts were starved of basic needs
In search of gold, they sold their souls,
Their sin increased a thousandfold!
Technology would bide its time,
Gaining strength to rule mankind
No need for men to click their keys,
The world bowed down to mean machines!
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Angels cried from thunderous skies,
To warn of moral genocide
Within these scrolls, the truth remained,
A book of love and life explained
Man's love of meat and sinful treats,
Begot a terrible disease
This pestilence from days of old,
Made scarce the greatest tale told
A cure became a fiasco,
Of death and beastly placebos!
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Men from the middle, land, and sea,
Had found the 'Word' to set man free
No treasure map, nor chest of gold,
Instead, the greatest story told...
They traveled with the book in hand,
To Middle Earth, to sea and land
They spread the hope of heaven’s word,
At last, the prayers of man were heard...
We promised then, never again...
Would greed for 'green' create our end!
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© Wendy Phelan - 26 March 2020
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Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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This was absolutely gorgeous! I loved all the imagery, the message, just everything :) And your rhyming game was on point. Great work!
Love it Wendy you are a talented writer and you know that I love a good nautical tale I first thought of Jason and the Argonauts when I first started to read this but you have woven a beautifully crafted story Many contiued blessings to you my sweet friend ❤️
Beautiful use of language. Magical story. I found it ending abruptly - would love to have had another stanza to bring the moral home.
Brilliant and loving it!!!💖💕
I absolutely loved this! 💖 Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I especially loved this part: Eons ago the world loved greed, Their hearts were starved of basic needs In search of gold, they sold their souls, Their sin increased a thousandfold! Technology would bide its time, Gaining strength to rule mankind No need for men to click their keys, The world bowed down to mean machines!