Dark Glory

To the keepers of glory

He can hear the devil locusts humming
Within him is the keeper of glory
Rockets sailing and leaders are marching
Steadily, yearly, the earth grows darker

Heart heated by the five points is unfit
Flowing stripes are faded, like his eyes
But, these days, he can no longer feel it
The sound of locust grows, his conscience cries

He has been the keeper for so long now
He asks himself if it really exists
He feels the cold sweat running from his brow
“Be strong, be strong,” from his lips he insists

With a thumb resting on a star, he feels
Dying embers in the heart that baffles
What could make it a flame? What once was steel
It's beyond repair, he knows a shambles

The soldiers take the field without honor
He wishes for deafness, cloudy blindness
So not to bare witness to the story
As his world spins into this dark glory


© Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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