A plane of happiness,
Found after much dread,
Filled full of black roses,
Showing those who are dead;
The dead drink and they sing,
To the songs of the ages,
Acting out their lives at dawn,
On bright golden stages;
All heroes of the world,
drawn here in the afterlife,
Rejoice and live happy,
Rewarded for all of their stress and strife;
Elysium is heaven,
Filled full of heroes,
Full of champions,
There are no zeroes;
From the King,
Elvis Presley,
to the kind preacher named Wesley;
Ancient Greek heroes to modern day knights,
Though filled with black roses,
Elysium is quite bright.
Heavenly Elysium,
I've seen a glimpse of your light,
for I want to be a hero too,
and guard her with all my might.
I don't have a steed,
Nor am I a shining Knight,
But I want to save my princess,
And to keep her safe for life;
I won't see her be hurt.
I will only see her smile.
Because when I see it,
I see Elysium for a while.
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The Jonathan Ricketts Poetry Collection
PoetryAn insight to my heart, mind, and soul. Please, feel free to give your opinion. I appreciate all feedback. I will update this somewhat often as I will continue to write.
