The Court of Hades pt1

From echoes past, yon distant sweet,
when innocence with convent heart did greet
the infant gems of saintly time;
those blessed days, a sacred shrine,
whence I the spangled evening rove
and thru' darkened Heaven's starlight's grove,
high trembling tones,anodyne waves display
nature's glory in treasured hours of play.
Such luxuriant flair unknown to fear,
whence grief was foreign to sigh or tear,
virgin free, potent purity would share
dreams, wooed by the heritage of care,
whose pageantry of love erupting springs
lingered soft with what imaginations bring,
unique vision that the God's allowed,
of stunning flowers to blossom in a crowd,
entwining all of Heaven's captive earth
as a garment woven, rare golden worth
would orchestrate love's flowering majesty
of radiant affections, in a glowing tapestry;
courier of smiles that never wane
upon life's lush and youthful plain,
engulfed its all amid ether's purest air.
The halcyon paradise, lofty mystique fayre
plays host to its kindred velvet shroud
of night's suffused soft sensual cloud,
released a happiness future years to feel
serenity, thoughtful dreams conceived so real,
where hopeful passion uniting all within
through immortal light, awaiting love to win
from the liberal lambency of pearly light,
embrace resplendent beams from its Princely wright.


No more, for the carrion rogue of despair
schooled cold sorrow in an awesome snare
of Man-fashioned lust promoting ills,
consumes the body,the soul with purpose kills
that childhood trust of smiling day.
Whence, want of carnal ware, takes away
dreams that gave wealth to night's repose,
leaves polluted pangs of bitterness, those
unspeakable things, betrayed, amid lost happiness,
in light-less spheres, the black abyss
illuminates, the shadowed shameful haul
of depravity's deep and sordid arsenal.

To be continued in Pt 2
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Posted: Nov 2015
About this poem:
Many I subscribe will shy away from this subject, a long poem about s*xual abuse of young children, the opening lines the innocence before abuse and the introductory phase of abuse, to be carried forward in part 2. I make no apology for writing on this subject.

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Comments (2)

reguiny2006
Phyllis, I made a follow up comment on the finale, thanks for your support Phil
reguiny2006
ICBR, Thank you for your in depth reply, quite often on reflection from the darkness of our days we find beauty that is truly real either in nature or the arts and seemingly we needed the darkness to shine a light on the abundant beauty that is within grasp, to re-fill our days with sunshine far brighter than hitherto, which in a strange way allows forgiveness for being part of crimes against ourselves which we had no control over,

Regards,
Phil.
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