Acrostic: Travails of the Not so Benign

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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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