Echoes

Echoed voices this middle watch
Still murmur down the hall
Mechanical voice reciting snippets
From stolen old stories.
Dragonfire in the night,
Drawing of glimmering blades,
Arrows of hope, slaying of fears,
Perpetuating illusions. 
Reminders of the plagues come before us,
Ancient rebellions, long-betrayed loyalties,
Death of heroes, long sleep of the brave,
The king praying in his spidery cave.

Author: Duncan MacNae

Exiled Gael, scion of the Dust Bowl, dweller within Divine Grace, admirer of mountains, I have made my peace with trout and the starlings. Looking for a river and healing trees. duncanmacduncan5@gmail.com View all posts by Duncan MacNae