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Come Unto Me
There's a black wind raging this night
Whistles of the dead causing fright
But so much to it than this
An evening before of peaceful bliss
Now in the dark I catch my breath
Looking on to the specter of death
What is it it wants me to see?
From my mortal coils am I free?
From below I feel some heat
Fires of below licking my feet
Mortal I am though
As I see the boreal begin to show
Visions of two different paths
One incurred by my pride and wrath
The other by lack of greed
Death tells me from Hell I can be freed
Go back to your home
Come unto me from the holy tome
So when you are nothing but bone
I can take you to the Messiah's throne
But until then Heaven can wait
Come on with destiny you got a date
Fear not and take my hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
Whistles of the dead causing fright
But so much to it than this
An evening before of peaceful bliss
Now in the dark I catch my breath
Looking on to the specter of death
What is it it wants me to see?
From my mortal coils am I free?
From below I feel some heat
Fires of below licking my feet
Mortal I am though
As I see the boreal begin to show
Visions of two different paths
One incurred by my pride and wrath
The other by lack of greed
Death tells me from Hell I can be freed
Go back to your home
Come unto me from the holy tome
So when you are nothing but bone
I can take you to the Messiah's throne
But until then Heaven can wait
Come on with destiny you got a date
Fear not and take my hand
I'll lead you to the promised land
Published 17th Nov 2018
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17th Nov 2018 11:06pm
As many others have noted, the "Promised Land" is a state of mind, rather than a piece of geography - but I think I see that angle too in this poem.
19th Nov 2018 6:00am
Thanks for the input Josh. I like to think of the Promised Land as either depending on what I'm writing about. If it's a piece like this it's a bit more of an abstract concept. But say I do one of my pieces on the Crusades, then it's more physical and static. Something interesting to think about really.
