Cursed Statues
   
   12/9/98 8:10 am
   Charles Dum
   
   Flying through misery of burnt and charred wings,
   Abandon to the wind the ins and outs of things,
   Let reason take back row let angels fly below-
   And all the while demons roam and felie their sacred home,
   They enter in the temple bright and shield their eyes from the light,
   A moinute only to re-adjust before the statues they do bust,
   Each destroyed and turned to sham what was once a hall of fame,
   Now lies in ruins at their feet in less time than it takes a heart to beat,
   Proud and in a victory frenzy, they return to hell with loot aplenty,
   Chanting chants of grief and woe, and wedding songs of death they know,
   On through the night they glide mounted on nightmare steeds they ride,
   Sunrise comeing, dusk real soon- they dissapear with a sonic boom.
   Theey reappear with time to spare to find a slighty, holy air,
   Time was spent investigating, found what occurred while they were desacrating,
   Holy ones had entered their turf, touched the land and the surf,
   Nothing left unblessed and pretty- unclean in their eyes and dirty,
   The common view although reveresed betwixt the holy and the cursed-
   Has for stayed many years and never ceased though mortals live, then become disceased,
   You'd think there'd be some common groung, but centuries past and none yet found,
   Perhaps in some distant time, but until then barkeep- more wine.