The Seventh Cycle Poem by Anirudh Singh

The Seventh Cycle



The Seventh Cycle.

The clouds gather,
The shadows rise,
The hour deepens,
Time flies.

Seven Days,
And Seven Hours,
Seven Weeks,
And months of old.
Seven Ages, of an era gone
Come anon, The story goes.
Seven Seconds,
And Seven Fevers...
Risen, broken and now we hold.
Seven times you read this Rhyme.
Seven Minutes to the Midnight Road.

Seven Kings,
And Seven crowns,
Seven gilded thrones of Gold.
Seven goblets, Rich with mead,
And seven skulls for guests to see,
Bleached bone, and holding wine,
Of conquered enemies, and glory old.
Seven Gods, who rule this land,
Seven Demons, and the broken sword,
Seven gates, to keep the giants,
Seven paths to the Valhalla Road.

Seven beasts, Seven roars,
Seven fangs and an antler too,
Seven claws, and hoofs of stone,
Seven trees, to mark the fold,
Seven glades, and crystal rivers,
Seven moons, and blessed all.
Lions, Tigers, Bears and Wolfs.
Fox and Hawk, and the Stag yet bold.
Seven beasts, to rule the land
Seven trails, to follow and track,
Seven scents to the Eldest Road.

Seven spells,
And Seven Magics,
Seven Witches in hats and robes,
Seven Ingredients, in an iron pot,
Seven Laddles, to mix them so,
Seven Cackles, and seven glares,
Intruder, intruder, the whispers go,
Seven Eyes, that see me witness,
Seven Oaths of pagan lore,
Seven Warts, to mark their faces,
Seven curses to the Weirding Road

Seven Lords, of Broken Houses.
Seven Shields, on battered stone,
Seven Faces, and sunken eyes,
Seven Tabards, and the arrow holes.
Seven Castles, forgotten to time,
Seven Names, for the dust to hold,
Lastar, Anad, Seltar, Haman,
Broth and Belloc
And fair Gwendolyn too.
Seven Swords to mark the barrows,
Seven Graves to the Ancient Road.

Seven Winds,
Whip up the banners,
Seven Mists and fogs of war,
Seven Heralds, And Seven spears,
Seven Armies, And tales of woe,
Seven Rivers, borne of blood,
Seven Heroes and the Doom they wrought,
Seven Deeds and Seven Tasks,
Seven Songs, sung on in lore,
Seven Years, the steel had clashed,
Seven Lives to the Warrior's Road.

Seven Paths,
And Seven Trails,
Seven Steps, and the one who walks,
Seven times the Bell has tolled.
Seven Meetings, before we go.
Seven Paths have I now led you,
Seven Ages for you to know,
Seven times I walk the Ways,
Seven times, I shall walk them so.
Seven Circles, and Seven Rings,
Seven Roads to the Eternal road.

The time is now,
The way is open.
The way was shut,
But the wheel has turned.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 17 July 2009

Seven is number of God.Nice poem, well penned with deep ideas..10

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Anirudh Singh 18 September 2008

Well I dont myself know much of the magic of seven. But I do know that there was something magical about when I was writing this poem. You see a single line from the poem came to me in a dream, or a state of semi conciousness. And that single line seemed to be branded upon my mind. For I could not forget it, nor ignore it. So I did what I always do in such cases and sat down to write. A little later this came out. Neat patterns of seven. Now is there magic in the number seven? I honestly dont know. Many thanks for the encouragement given.

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Anita Atina 17 September 2008

Spellbindingly numeric - enjoyed this one!

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