wherefore do I see those come the chosen knights to lead the charge?
horses, galloping, charge, brilliant in armor covered in ruby red blood
wavering in trepidation, lost compassion wanders the darkened bypaths
amid the flowering greenery, seeking love is interwoven in the thrall of eros
strong or weak, men go with sins, once a woeful penance be, to discharge

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

cometh none, to erase nor ever ease all which is harmful, hurtful
simpler beings, trampled under the torrent of swords swinging low
leave off the wounded, crippled in a frenzy of lust for blood death
wander through the ages, decrying the harm, repeated for millineums
ever lurking, demons of sloth, greed and blood, a knife to slash, hurdle

too many mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

cloth of white, cloth of gold, fades to dust when worn cloth of black doeth appear
loudly ring the glorious bells of church and doom, yea they sing with relief thusly
hush for the small babe born that cometh one morn, lies in death by dark night
starved by weighty matters of those men that bring, not sunlight but darkness
doomed to the depths of dispare, resting in a runic crypt, lone scattered bones, bare

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

tender mercies flit away into the daylight, night as fireflies gather to mourn blink
among the poems, leavings of thought, gathered amidst the chaos of civilization
ranked high, by the weight of logic, ignored in the whirlwind of growing ignorance
sink, sink, into the primordial soup of autotroph’s whence all was the beginning
as gifted falls to the charge of the knights, for there is none lest thou begin to think
too many, mocked the mocking bird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

bountiful strands of knowledge wrap, entwine the human clay, mayhap the soul
shredded in the translation, wrought by the conceit of the Tower of Bable
knowledge will be long lost in the spoken, clad in the icy grip of the zealot
gather thoughts amid the chaos, precious may they be weigh with the value of gold
for the laurels, green or gold, dost make a heavy crown bearing the brow, low

too many, mocked the mockingbird
never more, quote the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

wander among the mazes, the corridors of History, the Queen  of Knowledge
traitorous choice, the amphitheater of gladiators by masters of decadent greed
a thimble of knowledge beckons as a grain of sand, neither useful nor used
brutal war, death comes, the thin wire of brutal words harbors death as surity
weep ere you espy the buds of flowers, nestling, cut do they die before fledge

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

knowledge, gained through the ages, mouthed by the sages, writ in ink, blood
wherever trod the footprints of man or animal, seeking prey, wealth, vain glory
one to satiate hunger, one to satiate greed, one to crown with a luminous halo
history passive, though tainted by ambition, repetition replete with learned gain
delusions of grandeur, reduced to rubble, amid the destruction from a great flood

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

the universe passes by, expanding outward, disinterested in the vicious schematics
dwarfed by the obelisk of all monuments, suns  swirling stars, amid chaos, exploding
verily brought downward, to await the obliging Distrier, a secret to divulge, for judgement
mercy, cried aloud from the highest tower or keened in misery in the lowest dungeon
what savior stands, before the charge of the armored knights, destruction of fanatics?

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

invoke not the words of History, either soulless nor soundless
they carry the weight of ages, lost beneath the dense icy frost
the heart beat of earth ‘neath echoing through caverns deep
the whisper of wind carried, surround all that is coming, soon
the waters moving thunder with warning,streaming, boundless

as the charge of the knights begin

too many, mocked the mockingbird
nevermore, quothe the raven
death to all, cawed the crow

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