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(A lone voice whispers)

I've lived

Once loved and cried

Indulged in primordial urges and died

By the sharp

Sword of Damocles

No less

For a thousand years

As I fought emotions like a transmitted disease 

For I'm immortal

And I've mixed and fought with so many souls

Some with a kind heart

Fierce spirit

And a willing mind

Some so corrupt they would sell you out

For anything, they could find

I'm the wild untameable Thunder

In a storm-filled autumn sky

The gentle breeze overflowing

With Spring's symphonies

Of baby blackbirds that cry

The scent of luscious

Winters mornings

Filled with a dash of mildew

The peace and tranquillity

Submissively reflected

in a serene Summer's sky

As whispering clouds

Jostle for kingship and quietly float by

For I'm eternal

Don't you see

Born from unexplainable storm clouds

Just beyond your sight

Baptised by giants' hands in The Eternal Fountain

Heaven's white lightning 

Upon Heaven's illustrious deep mysterious mountains

I'm just one of many fragments resting deep inside 

Until you sleep

And then we all walk hand in hand 

Through all your keeps 

To speak and exchange words of wisdom

To seduce and advise

As we together conquer dark dreams

Whilst lost and vulnerable before the early morning sunrise

Walking together bravely 

Only to then awaken 

Fresh and revitalised

To traverse this dangerous life 

Sometimes soul-draining horizons

Filled with so many corrupted spirits 

Who just love to criticize

You'll see me sometimes

By your white picket fence

Standing alone in my grey coat of Salvation

In the swirling mists of

Time

Sometimes you'll hear me in the hidden Alabaster corridors

Within your mind

For I am part of your

Higher-Self

Bestowed to you by an almighty power

My only task

My penance

My treasure

Is to stimulate

Encourage and fortify

Within ever-quickening

passing seconds and hours

Behold

I am forever yours

As you are mine

And together we go to war

Every day you breathe

To rage against the Paradigms littered amongst the ever-eroding Sands of Time

If in me you

Do believe

Your spirit guide 

Just one of the Lord's many appointees 

Who's tasked to never leave

Copyright John Duffy

 

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