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Doom is Fought
Songs are silenced in their due time
no matter the power of their rhymes
etched on paper that turns to dust
in the face of clock’s progress
don’t ask the angels to have a say
these benefactors have been sent away
they have no power in this sphere
where the tunes have disappeared
this is the nature of mortal wars
removing joy from the control
of muses asking for their thralls
to sing when all have lost resolve
against an enemy none shall surmount
still the bard will thumb their harp
defying a hush that will befall
in that moment the doom is fought.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200318.
no matter the power of their rhymes
etched on paper that turns to dust
in the face of clock’s progress
don’t ask the angels to have a say
these benefactors have been sent away
they have no power in this sphere
where the tunes have disappeared
this is the nature of mortal wars
removing joy from the control
of muses asking for their thralls
to sing when all have lost resolve
against an enemy none shall surmount
still the bard will thumb their harp
defying a hush that will befall
in that moment the doom is fought.
© 2020. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20200318.
Published 24th Apr 2020
Author's Note
The poem “Doom is Fought” was inspired by a series of stills from the Orson Welles movie “F for Fake”.
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