Meridian Gates

Aligned with vulgar pretense

A king is told of men

vaguely assembled,

gathering before

Meridian gates

This was not uncommon

to hear—

for discussions

of this kind,

often occur

Upon a lea

once so revered—

         Where bards would laud

         and clerics would praise

But now resigned

                  To forever be,

                  overwhelmed, by

                  shadows cast, from

an aerie within

a storming sky  

                 

The sound of horsemen

stir the wind— relentlessly

approaching, as once they did,

For those near—here, in this

sacred space—they scatter quick—

living to pray another day

At this hallowed ground,

a place where armored souls

once were welcomed in—

And in return,

the silver-skins

would teach them well—

Each the themes of doubt and fear

as cast amidst

perpetuating

scenes of Hell.