Land of Lost Love ©
By T. Chris McLain
The sky is an explosion of orange and red to the west where
the sun dies each day.
He raises his eyes to the man on the horse,
but he knows that there's nothing to say.
The whip hits it's mark on the side of his neck,
with a sound that scares birds into flight.
And the pain that it brings is a welcome distraction
that detours his mind from his plight.
Off in the distance a wolf starts to howl
as if telling him deaths on it's way.
Somewhere inside him a beast starts to growl
and the blue of his eyes turns to gray.
On the side of the mountain a castle is perched
near a cliff overlooking the sea.
A chilling reminder that this land is ruled
by a king who deems nothing is free.
In the dungeon below there is always a cell
for thise who envision their dreams.
For this is where wails of the dying prevail
and where hope has been torn at the seams.
The monks start to chant in a language that died
years ago when their god walked the earth.
A woman is crying because of the horror
that she's been engulfed in since birth.
This is a place where there is no return
from the terror that reigns from above.
The realm of a diabolical god
who substitutes chaos for love.
-The meaning of this poem is in the eye of the beholder-
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