Great Battle Lost Poem by Philip Lore

What shall it take to make me whole,
Will the light of Heaven fill my soul.
Death has touched my shoulder cold,
Stormy sunsets blazing bold.

Fools rage, dogs defile,
I forget it all for just a while.
Holy Fire,
Unborn child.

Time decays....
Upstanding men,
Tides dim,
A candles end.

An acre of ground cast aside,
Leaves fall and rise,
Evil will hide.

Noble children girl or boy,
Beaten city, onset of joy.
Heaven and Hell at close of day,
Deeds undone, weigh down today.

Clouds on airs whispery breath,
Demons exultant at sinners death.
Trees covered with mossy dew,
Flames of hope we must renew.