Colossus – a poem

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Brokenly grinning, the old colossi

Lie in their fractured patterns

Of silent watching, torn from

The people that saw them made

In ages past where dwelt hope.

*

The lands around lie thunderstruck

To see this city rise once more,

An epilogue apparently, come again

To make curious the minds of all

Who see, wonder, colossal interest.

*

Gouged and cracked, storm weathered

In the dank forestry, the colossi see

More than we may know, dreamscape reels

To hear the dark call thought of

As a thing of days past, burning out.

*

Peals cry out, far ringing storm

Of sound as the faithful gather

Around this unhallowed place

Deeply attracted by the scents

Of my darkness filling this land.

 

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