Arise once more from thy slumber

The musk of the early morning rises

to meet my falling breath

awakened by thundering voice

long left lifeless in morbid death.

Rising from the earth, of molded clay

having long drawn, this weary soul be

porcelain bones, shattered and tattered

once again giving life for thee

Arise once more from thy slumber

shake forth the binds of an earthen grave

hear the pleas of the downtrodden

and swing mighty thine hardened blade.

Away from the hail of grandeur

trumpets sound in solemn unrelenting hush

I shall stand witness once more

wielding humbly the passion of angst lust.

Absolute affirmation, oft' blinded resolutions,

following faint commitment of a misled heart

beguiled in darkness, led on in false promise

even in loathing the simplest of truths impart.

Then shall the valiant, swollen with pride

take their wounded by self proclaimed decree.

And forever more seek obsequious forgiveness

without questioning, your righteous plea.

Away from the hails of grandeur

righteous trumpets sound in glorious display

the world shall stand witness once more

On the day I was summoned from the earthen clay

I cried, remember me, remember me

When judgment is passed, as in times before

That I rose among the worthy, unashamed

knowing I am forsaken no more.

The musk of the early morning rises

to meet my falling breath..

I shall slumber once more

at peace in death...

Reviews

[TPK Stories]

What a way with words you have...

[Robbie~xoxo~]

This is a beauty! A classic piece that will stand the test of time... I'm swept away by the emotions that you have captured in this brilliant write. Glorious indeed!

[Raven Starhawk]

Such a way with words you have. Every line composed is a line dipping into the inner workings of genius.

[VelvetRosetta]

The entire writing had me, falling breath, I seem to love this, I have repeated it over 10 times now...
And the very end of this piece...at peace in death.

Hopefully I shall go in peace!

Bravo my friend.

[Inyourshadow]

Omg I loved the final stanza to slumber in death, this is so touching and some what romantic, you captured the classical with such grace, keep em' coming

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong words allow me to feel the journey. Each of us will be held responsible for our actions and deeds. I like how you ended the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Teri B]

Very old world, my friend! Sober and measured, as an Ancient One should be!

[Stef Outsiders]

this is really good, I love the sense of oldness, loss and power at the same time.. yeah.. I do really love it... well done!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

I'm not a big fan of archaic language...I don't even like the King James Bible because the New American Standard is a better and closer translation and uses modern language instead of archaic. I think "awaken" in the first sentence would be better as "awakened" for reasons of continuity and logical progression. And I was confused by this: "shall the (doughty) swollen in pride" because of the archaic term for valiant or brave...the average reader might misconstrue it as "doubting" which it sounds a bit like. I want to like the piece and I do like the Viking-like poetry...it sounds Norse to me for some reason...perhaps reminding me of Beowulf...but again...I am put off by the archaic text and usage.