Black Towers

Poem By Rod Mendieta

Oh… the stern looking scholars
In their long black gowns pondering
Over the numbers prime,
Over the mysteries of Time.

Oh… the drunken sailors staggering
Along ancient cobbled alleyways
Singing of love's cruel sport
In a wintry northern port.

Oh… the birds of prey perched
On their craggy outcrops
Sniffing at the still noon air,
An eye fixed on the rabbit's lair.

Oh… the schemers in their black towers
Hatching the egg of the dragon
Plotting to slay those sworn to set afire
Akhenaten's new empire.

Comments about Black Towers

A poignant write. A vivid depiction of predators that create darkness. Great imagery.
. Oh… the schemers in their black towers Hatching the egg of the dragon Plotting to slay those sworn to set afire Akhenaten's new empire... Good one


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