Divine Patron

Patron over watching, singing sophisticated songs of strained love in the tangible heavens to drown out the wicked.

As Stygian voices sing below to quench the last vestige of hope from our hearts.

we the transgression, raise tenacious hands to fend off  the fanged fiends from our nightmares of our twisted society.

Hand and hand we stand, armed with the songs of our divine patron, we will reach the zenith of hope in these dire days.  

Reviews

[CJ43223]

A wonderful poem. I like the images in my head. We'll be okay Wyrn, I promise. :)

[emipoemi]

.....how is this a story? This is poetry in motion, man! Structure it accordingly (although this is not too badly presented), and call it a poem! This is grand! Well done!