A Lamentation for a Lost Land

Many a year ago, a land was unscathed,

while every where else seemed to fade.

Its people believed and persevered,

knowing their ways were protected by the dell.


The land was beautiful before it fell:

a place where people could peacefully dwell,

see the birth of the stems to flowers

and watch the stars from their towers.


A green isle haven untouched by spoiled hands

with a greed in the mind being used as powers.

Not a moment wasted Chronos’s trickling sands.

Every where covered in sweet fruits and beautiful flowers.


Ah, such like a wonderful dream, to watch from conception

to the birth of such fruits and flowers.

Brightening their world with gorgeous mention

with such life for such long daily hours.


Children ran about fearless on the street

raised on the teaching of their elders that meet

The Forefathers lessons taught in the towers of the day

and night that left them feeling gay.


Though the day be bountiful, the night was loved.

Clear skies showed the stars shinning bright

winking at everyone below, their watchful angels peeking out for a sight

while peacefully singing a lullaby to beautiful melody.


A lullaby rapidly sung to a disoriented melody-

A lullaby lost within a corrupting melody.


The black clouds rolled over their tranquility.

Their hearts of valor could only take so much tragedy!

Blood fell from the wars

replacing the watching of the stars.


They were caught up in what they fought-

forgetfulness slipped in-

They forgot for what it was they fought,

their greatest sin.


Blood on their hands poisoned the hearts

valor on each triumphant day.

Time was jaded and reviled by bullet darts;

wasted on humans’ only accomplishment of the six arts.


Thantos won itself a throne today

on these forlorn streets.

A lonely wander is rabid with its way

in the midst of where the red sunlight lay.


Chronos forgive them misusing your precious sands.

They did what they thought they must to protect the land,

Each visitor agrees that you should open your hands

ad through your grasp pass their sands.


All that is left is the ghostly forms of a long gone time;

A throng hideous to the eye waiting for that lullaby and melody chime-

t chime again- reborn like the fruit and flowers gone up in flame .

Waiting, ever waiting, for Chronos to release them of their shame.


They are not pathetic knaves

just lost of their way.

Let your sympathy seep through their graves.

All they ask for is redemption one day.


They saw what was done in the light of the burning stems dieing.

The stars were gone twinkling no more like angels’ gems flying. 



Filed under Mr. Stacker

13 responses to “A Lamentation for a Lost Land

  1. Sigh….Thantos wins, when we first let war’s blood seep into our sand…thanks for your poem..

    • J.R.Taylor

      Thank you for reading it! I was worried about putting a long poem on here because I usually stick with short proses…so I was wondering how people would react!

      • I really appreciated it, in fact, I get all of the Words of Birds poems almost daily…so, I nominated the Words of Birds for the Sunshine award. I’d said I’d just link the nominees from my blog, so other’s might find you, but since you dropped by….no obligation, just a warm congratulations…

  2. This is amazing. Wow.

  3. emma1951.wordpress.com

    Very nice… !

  4. kostylomusic

    It was a long one, but golly it was an epic one too. Well played!

    • J.R.Taylor

      Thanks! I really wanted to try an epic poem in the same vane as like an Edgar Allen Poe and such. I’m glad you enjoyed!

  5. Heart-touching description…

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