Death Rite
High, above the night
Shadows strangle sun
Black lava lake burns
Villagers and demons
Good-bye death rite
As strangers watch us
Past centuries
Past eons
Past me, past you
Father, help me
I don't understand
Saints, poets, prophets
I don't know you
I won't borrow
I believe in the sorrow
I believe in the hero
I believe in you
Saw a magic man
With eyes of fire
Walking on water
Red marks on hands
It was him that won
Always, it was him
Dragons Freeze Mountain
Dragons freeze mountain
Claim Ararat as their own
Angels soar, rise up more
Take hold of Noah's ark
Cradle wood with wings
Prayers are given to newborns
And the ancients, they're wise
But it's the rivers that die
As waters flood doorways
No one chooses to stand
No one chooses to float
So no one lives forever
Dreamers, writers, Joan of Arc
I watched meteors drop
Off the shore of Galilee
I watched lava float up
Bathe the Atlantis land
I watched my mother heave
As she said she wants to leave
So no one wants to believe
I will, I will call his name
Hope Hearken is a previously-published poet whose works can be found in numerous literary magazines and journals. Hope wishes to convey her Christian beliefs in her poetry. Examples of Hope's poetry can be found at her facebook page, https://www.facebook.com/hope.hearken