Trees rustle through a darken forest, <br />air has made an about face to chill, <br />The ground, once solid, like thicken clay, <br />a voice, shouting, once silent and still. <br /> <br />The ever changing motion of calamity, <br />once again changes direction of speech, <br />solitude of sincerity, a voice of past, <br />change of guard like change of loyalty. <br /> <br />My king, what has happened in thine court, <br />tooth and nail, a wildcat has been free, <br />too and fro....vengeance be it's hold, <br />yet thou hath concern of what be.. <br /> <br />My Brother, hath thy turn thy back, <br />the kings court do thee not see, <br />raging blood spilt of hands, <br />with the darkness of sorcery. <br /> <br />My Sister, doth thou hide thy face, <br />thy kin has fallen, touch of grace, <br />look upon the court yard of home, <br />that love and laughter use to roam. <br /> <br />Reach to sky, two hands of thine, <br />for thy strength, look to yonder hills, <br />deep in soul, hold onto what's known, <br />for only you run your own home..........<br /><br />Geoff Warden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/depth-unknown/
