Blue Ridge Mountains Of Troy
Inspiration teases humanities desire,
Light beams dissolve into shadow,
A light breeze slips into my pocket.
Fishing in my own frustration,
I cut deep into a violet sky,
Carving life into a distant vendetta,
Kissing the moon with silent speech,
Desperado to my own private harmony…
Fallen crystals dilute my sight,
Mother Mary sits and talks,
Into the wind she breathes love.
Rolling off my tongue is speech disregarded,
A silhouette of a dove in flight,
Wings of wood chip golden brown,
Poison ivy wraps around my hearts eye.
Droplets of life forced to suicide,
Clear bold lettering, spelling out,
‘Victory’ sinks within a ships sails,
Only for a child of God to roar from voice…
TROY SHALL FALL!
TROY SHALL FALL!
TROY SHALL FALL!
…The blood of man stained the white shawls of the watch angels.