Merlin's Prophecy Poem by Naveed Khalid

Know ye not in fair aspect of cold repose,
that by fair means foul, flawed in e'erything,
this world of romantic indignation,
too, but corrupts the mind of eyes so blind,
a love-sick thought on thee by two lovers dead;
away, away from the golden banks of silken-satin,
else upon a lone bark of a tree- -
that boat by the riverside;
slowly drifting away from the sand dunes:
I could see far-off in nurslings of immortality,
that crow's quill beside, a crowd of host among daffodils;
hung aloft the ghastly night with darling buds of may;
of departed looks to my mind still in cruel hands of time
ere in thy presence alone I hath tread the mundane shell,
a goblet in the rainforest still burning, burning,
ah, in whose love hath rent at midnight lease
e'ery flower upon a barren heath in solemn or strain,
full rich content of some vulgar paper to rehearse,
that day of unaltered eye no dark can e'er illumine.

(C) Naveed Khalid

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