Moon and Tower

[ Sacred surface, born of dust

Achieved a visit, tribes with thrust

Trees we took, with health robust ]

-Back on Gaia, birth of Nation

Beloved Luna, liberation

[ oft perceived as fateful post

Bastion of grace and hope foremost

most gracious Thee, our Halcyon host ]

Too blessed to beg, too bright to boast

Your pitted pastures, sun did roast

I long to walk your crater-coasts

This I long for, quite the most

My brow twitches as I recall

Aeons past, before the fall

When vessel sleeps and soul is free

Pray, shall spin that tale for thee

[ Of Druids that dance on second soil

For stellar Self can know no toil

Moored below, your minds recoil

Heavens cold enough to make breath boil ]

She sends her doves on dear moonlight

As spurs strike steed and we take flight

Shadows gone, no foe in sight

Approach we, ruins, must alight

Between your bloodied walls tonight

It’s merely rest, I mean no slight

Must sleep, this silly sacred kite

While way above, Deva delight

In realms of man, the last lords fight

[ I knew somehow, what morning wrought

These bitter lessons man has bought

With coldest action, blade and shot

Heaven-made, and hellish taught

Kindest light and darkest thought ]

We moored our mares and made our way

To ancient columns on display

Marble marvels, man’s heyday

Antiqua’s song on full display

From this fine post, we caught the view

Of fire that never made the news

For when the humble horn was blown

Man did summon sacred throne

[ ‘fore fateful fires from fissioned friend

tear through tired turf, might God hit send?

Your fear was felt, ‘twas nuclear-penned

Judgment Day, your wars must end ]

The blast was grand, as sky turned white

No pain we felt, but dread delight

Last breaths stolen by scorching light -

[ freed to roam by lock and key

Vessels vacant, spirits free

What remains is not for eyes to see ]