Praise the Gods

Cry in silent whispers

of an innocent predator's mind.

The world is at peace when dark clouds

hover void deserts of holy mountains.

...and we cannot leave.

Angels stand guard and demons hold the key

to the gates of a once mighty heaven.

Praise the Gods of ancient heroes.

Worship forgotten words of sorrow.

Did you ever believe in peace?

Love comes unannounced.

Creeping loudly through dawn.

Shadow of moonless nights,

whisper of silent angels,

white maidens in red dresses,

disguised in distant storms.

Winter solstices.

Warm summers.

Are they warm.

...or the echo of unborn love?

Did you see the Gods of ancient heroes?

...shining depths of scattered love.

When all is passed and life has vanished

in vain memories of ghostly lives,

when angels whisper no more

and demons open the gates of the heavens,

peace held back hidden in forgotten

memories of rushed lives.

Adventures of aimless hitchhikers

on serpenting roads to cloudy heavens. 

Praise no more.

Molten words shine no longer

under the warming everlasting Sun.

Miguel Lev