The Hour Of Love
Updated: Jun 7, 2023
By Anna James
There isn’t peace where longing shadows
there isn’t heart where lust corners
Pity yearns for corn
jealousy shortens the fall
time drains every specie, bitter, constrained’ gladly failing to unknown sorrows
what man, what women
can bribe now? to let so raging.
Whims and wants are long perished
‘ none is the matter'
fellow has reigned enemy
the seas meets deadline,” of matters to those ignorant”
neither blood nor him could bound the shackles
A land to glare in need has eloped
To trails of sanity,
Art! Art! Where thou borne
the art of thou has long gone savior
to free men's of such unbound hold
what have thou led to seek nothing in bleakness
Blindness to want such misery!
Grave can thou seek?
The hands of stained men
Urging to wake
From those stakes and faces
Patience has never sought in their eyes
Love never crossed
Void has braided in their locks
The locks of Hades
They say.
The clock has led them stray
The dawn has traced the night
Night of his mistress
Her master’s shade
By Anna James
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