An original poem of the classical tradition.
All considered comments and critiques are welcome.


Lucifer’s Prison:

What can be said that has not been spoken,
What treasures are left to find,
And who can bring great words, not token,
From deep within their mind.

It is now world’s way to let us speak and provide,
And to create a thunderous din,
So loud that we cannot easily divide,
Sacred truth from mortal sin.

We let them dance so long before us,
With their evil, wanton eyes,
So that we leave virtue’s garden with little fuss,
Until our minds are left broken and dry.

They divide by design to weaken our souls,
And they work their spells too well,
So that the stories of old cannot be told,
Leaving a descent into the bleakness of hell.

Yet hope springs eternal with every dawn,
And minds can soon be enlightened,
To raise up their hearts with each new morn,
And stop cowering, weak and frightened.

Speaketh the words that brighten the soul,
To make our hearts and spirits risen,
Take us from the dark night cold,
And from the walls of Lucifer’s prison.


Cheers.....
Looking forward to your considered opinions.