The Legend Foretold (Annette Redmond-Lafayette, LA)

I had a dream, I say,

that the wintry cold

would soon move in today.

Make the legend old

and carry it away.

Noble gods be told,

the freeze is here to stay.

Though heroes fought bold,

the iciness won’t sway.

May all eyes behold,

the sky is turning grey.

And as dreams are sold,

all hope and faith does fray.

Wicked storms unfold,

while we can only pray

for mercy to hold,

kissing goodbye to May

and all things of gold.

The rain first starts to play,

thunders manifold

and lightening sends her ray

to shake Earth’s threshold.

All the stars gone astray,

winds whip down to scold

All signs shut out of day,

just as dreams foretold.

It seems the world will pay,

fighting off the mold.

Though I feel a new way,

bare and unparrolled.

Bravely, the vise I slay,

into dusk I strolled,

keeping evil at bay,

a horned brute I polled.

I heard its anguished bray.

As senses enfold,

in wait of more soothsay,

may justice uphold

and hell not find its prey.

Above dark clouds rolled,

such like an old cliché.

Mine armies bifold

to dance war’s sad ballet.

Strong and overbold,

against the fiends we flay.

Our swords we grab hold,

of devils we hearsay.

Stories now retold,

vengeance won’t delay.

Nothing we’ll withhold

nor will strength decay.

This land won’t be tolled,

courage we’ll portray.

We stand centerfold

and while rivals dismay,

my people remold.