tommyhawk
04-06-2005, 03:49 PM
The comic tales of youth are seen
In every day's forgotten power team
Of worthless barren knights of fortitude
With no fortress to defend
The unseen eyes of guises without end
Tend to relate to cold past stories
Of dire wars
And endless toil
And the tower of power is crumbling
As far as the eye can see
With lightning skies foreboding the rise
Of the brightness source of thee
For each in turn's use of the stone
To justify the thought of praise
Is left with teary respite
Among those that are trodden
One day we'll be free…
---Tom G 4/6/2005
In every day's forgotten power team
Of worthless barren knights of fortitude
With no fortress to defend
The unseen eyes of guises without end
Tend to relate to cold past stories
Of dire wars
And endless toil
And the tower of power is crumbling
As far as the eye can see
With lightning skies foreboding the rise
Of the brightness source of thee
For each in turn's use of the stone
To justify the thought of praise
Is left with teary respite
Among those that are trodden
One day we'll be free…
---Tom G 4/6/2005