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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.

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