ArtsAutosBooksBusinessEducationEntertainmentFamilyFashionFoodGamesGenderHealthHolidaysHomeHubPagesPersonal FinancePetsPoliticsReligionSportsTechnologyTravel
  • »
  • Books, Literature, and Writing

Head

Updated on August 25, 2012
Source



Atop a stream wove a singular tribe


Of unknown wisdom and unicorn hide


With splitting spear rearing from its head


Healing the path that the devil led


Knights were their anointed occupation


For their majesty surmounted imagination


They came down from Kent and Norfolk


To protect the weak from what Judas spoke


And lay in the sun singular and staid


As the world embraced the colors that were laid


Upon the patches of ground made from God above


And a One that we never speak of


Continually sharing their host and advice


Others in turn smote the masters of vice


There were Kings and Queens to be honored and protected


And they shined their horns till they disinfected


What flowed downstream with quiet study


Of the Earth of around them all thick and ruddy


For Nature was where one could find them


Not in pursuit of a gem


But knowledge itself so regal in its own


It was once responsible for Satan overthrown


With an overpowering source of awesome strength


Down the river’s full length


Till they hit the base and spread to the bequest of all


The river is long, and it runs through us all.




-Michael Ferguson Head (8/18/12)


Comments

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No comments yet.