Twilight falls Upon the Empire of the West Truth recedes And knowledge is forsaken. Family is meaningless Innocence is meaningless The Wise Men have been deafened Listening As fools chatter Into government-issued megaphones. Life is meaningless Sacrifice is meaningless We hand our executioners the axe And expect a welcoming hug We […]
Fields of lavender and of wheat Under a sullen summer sky Trampled ‘neath a monster’s feet Cannot best her azure eye. —– All rights reserved Jason C. Diederich 10April2015
The fire of her hair is drenched (With morning dew) One jewel-bright eye (I think it’s blue) Peeks at me Makes me free (Well, how ‘bout you?) Glad to fall or fly (It’s worth the view) The longing of my soul quenched. –Jason Diederich, 2013, all rights reserved
I saw a Spirit soaring free, And prayed it might alight near me. “Oh, Valkyrie, where goest thou, With fey war-paint upon thy brow?” She said two words as she flew past, And I knew my heart was caught at last– The Wild Angel held it fast.