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The Place of Peace Proud Persians persist today, black as thunder's sky. Plagued by every pestilence man and Nature might try. The Moors were their children and Niger's sole delight, Upon Second Rome's ashes, when the Keepers took flight. Saladin was most magnificent, his wisdom still proclaimed, Although you might not think so, your view so entrained. Under his protection God's Pact with man became restored When the Templars were given back what had so long been adored. Still, it was not meant to be away from whence it was taken, Returned was it thus, by Templars themselves, now forsaken. The Place Saladin promised the Keepers safety and peace The brave knights, finding no other, took the sign each. To this day so it remains, superbly unguarded by else but great trust In a little village now with the keeper attending even to the dust. Science stumbles about, changing words to hide its dismay Man's path to the stars will have an old man's hand on it today. |
Additional Notes:
In a modest house, with a modest little yard, in a modest little Ethiopian
village and kept by a modest almost withered little old man with bright
eyes, black as anthracite. The Ark of the Holy Covenant.
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2006-12-30 11:57:08
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear JC,
This is an interesting read, solemn, throughout the entire piece. Great structure & rhyming scheme, nothing read forced - which, is a more than good effort - in longer lines.
Simplistic, and serene - completely comprehensive - each verse makes a clear statement - and teaches the reader, in essence of what is being told by the writer.
I really enjoyed this poem - with it's deep thought provoking message - last line was my favorite -
thanks for the read,
Denimari