by Routt Bryant

Created on: June 25, 2010

Colored Pieces Shapes Assume

There is a window in my room

Whose colored pieces shapes assume

Like summer clouds in blue and gold

They beg a story to be told

Of chimeras and days of yore

And armored knights all bathed in gore

A dragon gathers itself to rise

A warrior plots of its demise

Horses clad in battle array

Trembling wait to join the fray

As Blue and Gold their battles wage

With unheard screams and silent rage

My mind is filled with stories bold

Of beauty lost and honor sold

Where death and dying fill the night

Leave carrion to greet dawn’s light

My window, shattered, tells no more

My fist drips blood upon the floor

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