Standing, At Heaven's Door Date: Wednesday, 6th August 2014 @ 04:27:01 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: JohnRhinem There is a season be all things aneath this sun.... Knowing tis not the time for romance whileas standing Upon that the edge of her world; peering intently into it's truth ? America's commander in chief spending half his term attending memorials Battling the white wolf with poisoned fangs hollow words better, a refrain Then serving ghost one cannot behold their generations ? This prince Waxing gross time's toast traveling to as from lifting, your bitter cup: alas, alas His Broken bows catering unto hope's own demise; shifting sands scripted shards Of emerald glass these eyes ? An abomination, fallen from her stars; cryptogram Sitting atop tomorrow's pendulum this temple set aflame; a portent ? Omega's child. This poem is Copyright © JohnRhinem Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=179014