The Valley of Echoes - Preface
Sounding, dark lives lived
Moan into woeful Echoes
Dead’s baggage bouncing.
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Before The Singing Song
Before me, for me
In bright Valleys coming soon
Found will be soft peace.
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So sing the angels of my nature
Jobs so well done
Tied happy tight to bountiful aprons of Kings
Warriors, Priests, and Bosses all.
While sour laughs sound as Shamans judge gravely
Those fools who followed such false promises
As flags are sheathed and treasures shared
Leaving so many missing
Any thoughts of their past dreams, shelved.
Glory visions remaining rotting
In the many, empty, citizen streets.
No bags of presents, never treasure
Much less smiles and happy eyes lighted
As crying remains still
For those missing, vanished, gone.
Pray seek ye, my brothers and brother’s friends
Look well for our sons away before their time
How fathers too went missing
Thinking we so then… God’s will being done...as fine.
Yet as brazen wild parades ended
And peaceful living again began
So many mother’s still cry all night
Whatever happened to my sons, my man?
Yes, many are the trophies won, stacked rusting
Medals not worn
Laying in empty dresser drawers
Leaving the only ones feeling good…
Are those living
Who shared the rewards presented
As earned.
But look, they too are all old now
Regaling all who will listen
About all the battles won
Not any about the missing.
For they, well, they know why.
For when darkest night descends
And conscience raises its quiet voice for hearing
No outdoor walking do they go.
For they feel well, missing soldiers trudging
Singing dirges as they go by, slow.
Night marchers beating their drums slowly
Moaning dark songs lowly
Needing no surrounding sentries
Singing death stanzas, as they carry them along.
Trudging down into Death’s Valley repeating
Knowing coming chasms wait, hollowed empty
Where no rest sounds for they, the wicked
Marching there, such restless souls.
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