The Lost Lands – A Poem


Lay your castles in the sand,
Long before the road at hand.
Set your troops upon a cheer,
Watch as women, children leer.

Give your army, weapons old.
Frightful in their hand they hold.
Fill your cup with rancid wine,
Watch them drink till none can dine.

Castle cradled in your hand,
Hopes for bounty, another land.
Priceless penny, fountains gold,
Watch your lovers’ hearts grow cold.

Drunken general, loyal and sold,
Troops lack spirit, battle bold.
Crater sitting in the sand,
A place where once your castle’d stand.

Isaac Olajos

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