Ill Fate

Rippled measures
Of ill fate
Will take your further
Than prolonging debate.

Everlasting innocence
Protruding through the ranks;
Solemn, ragged fantasies
Fleeting without thanks.

Shielding weary
One one hand;
Crushing fury
Through the land.

Moonlit passages
Paves uncertain ways;
Delivering us in tact
To speed the rotting in our graves.

©2003 Joe Jenkins