Acrostic: The Travails of the Not so Benign
©Olan L. Smith, 10-27-2024
Trials, fears, and heartaches cross the
Rubicon, setting limits speaks of
Antiquated idealism of yesteryear and rises in
Valleys are ready to be forgotten
Amid modern thoughts, they fight to be
lluminated for glory's sake, one
Last flicker of sunlight before
Setting in the dank darkness.
Oblong boxes of old bone and
Foxtail spreading their seed in unfertile swamps.
Tally hoe, we will not return, last
Hell-hole is crossing acknowledgments,
Every weep drains their saltwater tears.
Now, float sweat sprites,
Overlords are not your worry, you expended the deed,
Till all is jaded, and the flame is vanquished.
Similarly, smile at what lies ahead, a place
Of no tears, no wonts, a land of peacefulness.
Barriers are set and we will forget our sorrows.
Evil will have no place in newness.
Nether worlds have passed, and beginnings cleanse old
Instinctive philosophies of dominion and wantonness.
Grasps of power are mists evil cannot fathom;
Never is evil returning to a world of perfection and peace.
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