The Words of Galvin the Mad

a mad malody of chaotic drivels.

 

The Words of Galvin the Mad

(A prophecy)

 

Three days and three days more

Sees seven rods of seven doors pressed against darkened moon

Red sky lends power to grey

 

The creeds of the new rider lend strength

Weapons of Glory strain at their bindings

Rage cools in perilous wind

 

Now turns the rods of moon

Lamentations tear the throats of fury

Death seeks not the weak, but the strong

 

Treasons name is not foe

Beasts of no name claw at the doorway

A frozen hope we cannot unlock alone

Reviews

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

This reminds me of the revelations and the horsemen. I think you bring to the reader something that could be interpreted as having many different meanings, just as the coveted prophecies of yester-year do. Your images are quite vivid here, and the turning of the rods of the moon gave it a somewhat mechanical feel to me. That's something I haven't heard before!