Sealed Poem by ktarcus ...

Sealed in fate

The sweet saccharine smile of the syrup man,
golden tinted bye the moonlight,
Awakens my feelings once more.

The lofty spires of the library lying dormant,
unforgiving,
whilst all around the sound of remorse cries loudest within the chapel.

Does it perhaps remind one of the first days of youth?
The subtle tincture of barleycorn wafting within the morning breeze?
The early signs of a frost free start beyond the ridge of forgiveness?
The arrival of strangers to greet the crystal clear ivory landscape,
Once more to engorge their lust for the rust red lifeblood of the innocent.

How many more must fall before the sign of the maple before the world can change their heart?