Bar the Doors...
Bar the doors; but it does no good;
Lock the windows; it won't help;
Darkness falls where light once stood;
As shadows fall between the two.
Nothing helps the torn assunder;
Granite walls will quickly crumble;
As the world pulls you under;
And the earth beings to tremble.
See ther how the black bull
rages;
Trapped in the garden of the twins;
As fire burns the book's pages,
Battle 'twixt snake and ox begins.
But weep not for the memories;
For nothing is e'er as it seems;
For Fate will do as Fate will please...
Leaving you there without your dreams.
This poem published in the National Library of Poetry's book; The Fullness
Of Time, copyright 1999
