Trees rustle through a darken forest,
air has made an about face to chill,
The ground, once solid, like thicken clay,
a voice, shouting, once silent and still.
The ever changing motion of calamity,
once again changes direction of speech,
solitude of sincerity, a voice of past,
change of guard like change of loyalty.
My king, what has happened in thine court,
tooth and nail, a wildcat has been free,
too and fro....vengeance be it's hold,
yet thou hath concern of what be..
My Brother, hath thy turn thy back,
the kings court do thee not see,
raging blood spilt of hands,
with the darkness of sorcery.
My Sister, doth thou hide thy face,
thy kin has fallen, touch of grace,
look upon the court yard of home,
that love and laughter use to roam.
Reach to sky, two hands of thine,
for thy strength, look to yonder hills,
deep in soul, hold onto what's known,
for only you run your own home..........
Geoff Warden
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depth-unknown/
