In the darkest midnight hour

Under the cover of blackness

 

Beneath the full moon’s scattered fingerprints

Drowned out by the rumble of approaching thunder

 

In the shadows of love’s past

Hidden among the forgotten and lost

 

Muffled by an echoed plea

Silenced with a concealed drum

 

Behind the defensive guard

Soldiers regroup and reload

 

 

The wall goes up.

 

 

Thick ropes are pulled

Iron gates are lowered

 

Water is emptied from the moat

Replaced with molten lava

 

Last chariots are escorted across

Bridges are destroyed

 

Staircases crumble to the ground

Ladders are burned to ashes

 

Catapults are dismantled

Instruments of flight are demolished

 

 

The wall goes up.

 

 

Released from the chamber

Now escorted back

 

Through violent storms

Through raging seas

 

To the frozen tundra

To the deepest depth below

 

Far below the obtainable surface

Far beyond the foreseeable future

 

Stolen and broken it was

Stronger and thicker it has become

 

 

The wall goes up.

 

 

 

© 2010 David Greg Harth

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