The Eternal Jihad

In the ancient silence

Beyond the stone river deep

The strains of violins

Where the wilted flowers weep

Mournful and violent

Waits the Beheader in his keep

Echo over the I lands

For to give us eternal sleep.

Conquered, the shadows roam

Desperate to find their home

Lost forever in the gloom

Where the fates, upon their loom

Weave for each their holy doom.

  1. April 29, 2010 at 2:58 am

    Note that this poem can be read three ways. You can read each alternate line except the last two, which are always together, or you can read the whole.

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