Omega of Genesis

Are they hope or merely security?

 

So doth the Ark arrive by hope of day

Driven by wanderers, in anger and hatred old

Bringing forth the truth, long hidden in kindness

Still the shadowed words of a lone guardian give hope

Thus seven scions are gathered by the fallen ones

Reminiscence, to pay homage to those worse than dead

No longer the inescapable, the past

Flight, to go beyond the unseen cages

Chains become as the clouds in the sky

Foresight, to know possibility in the inevitable

The deepest sorrow becomes one of infinity

Solace, to protect the everlasting fragility

Kindness that flows freely in all directions

Ties, to walk in the depths of despair

The ultimate guide in the lost mist

Strength, to inspire an unknown devotion

They follow Death, the end of beginnings

Successor to the lone guardian’s hope

Reborn in name, this wise protector

Does end the ancient duality

A sorrow never known before

This endless human circle

Reviews

[Taylor H.]

great poem! You used old English perfectly as well.