Showdown at The Sundown (Part 2)

Amongst cruelty

warriors displaced Sons and Daughters

from The Walls of Babel

wearing the tears of dark horizon

reality bleeds inside out

pleading with Almighty God

to proclaim a faithful return

Arrows fly through a circle of fire,

sounds unpredictable

Her soul adrift to an illusion

riding a divine wave at

The bottom of an Ocean floor

caressing their thoughts,

sadly his legions are

with a promised of defending

their Kingdom of Dreams.

In The Middle of lasting encounters,

extraordinary men become ordinary puppets,

trying to ruled a nation by force

instantly, The battle shifted to

another realm....

Rony Joseph

Comments: 6

sheila ~the hapless housewife~ j. Apr 23, 2008, 6:13am UTC

Good poem!

Glome . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ONE of WE the PEOPLE Apr 23, 2008, 12:39pm UTC

Your icon reveals the same creativity that your poem show. This is very good.

Charity B. Apr 24, 2008, 2:22pm UTC

((( Incredible...full of suspense...I always enjoy your writing...blessings to you and yours )))

Sammie Brown Apr 25, 2008, 10:01am UTC

I still absolutely adore your imagery. It's very powerful and pure and shows more than any picture ever could!

Ruthe M. Apr 26, 2008, 8:21am UTC

Wonderfully done!