Children of the Dawn (Amazon) by Jerome Brooke
Children of the dawn is a collection of poems - a fantasy epic.
Excerpt:
Gold
High, over the sea, stands the Lady,
With spear of gold.
On hills of pure silver, hard driven,
By gales, ever bold.
Our Lady of Wolves, soft and kind,
Dance with us, brave one.
Run, leader of hunters, cruel and swift,
Slay her, the helpless deer.
High, on the hill, round the lone prey,
Wolves sing of cold.
Wolves, gray hunters, sing and run;
Hunters fleet and bold.
Blood of red deer
Blood for the long day.
Blood, sings the Lady, red blood,
Blood of swift prey.
II
Cruel Babylon
Thunder, cruel master, sounds far away,
Ashes blow in the sky.
Fear walks the street, cries ring out,
Filling the empty square.
Tremors move the land, the valley,
Of death and desolation.
Death walks the winding streets,
All is barren, all is lost.
Lava flows near, fires rise and dance,
Ending desperate life.
Hope slowly dies, life departs,
Death reaches out.
Red chariots fill the square, troops fire,
Then fall back.
Iron arrows fill the way, iron sharp,
Hard, and fleet.
ii
Ice and Snow
Ice and snow lay before them,
In rags, a dirty band.
In front was the man, the tall one,
Wooden spear in hand.
Blood was seen, red on white,
Where he had gone.
Next, came one with hammer,
Crude axe of stone.
Blood, blood could be seen,
Where feet had lain.
Hunger, relentless hunger walked,
No game to be seen.
Last, came one with a metal can,
Filled with precious ...gas.
Where is the tank, it was here,
Yes, here in the pass!
iii
Fangs of the Night
Tyger, Queen of Dark Night,
Queen of Day,
Always you walk, always you hunt,
Searching for prey.
Dead shadows, shadows of cold night,
Shadows now cold,
Hiding claws of death, dire claws of pain,
Hiding fangs of gold.
Snow leopard, queen of death,
Follow this, our band.
Embrace us, kiss us, one by one,
Silent in the land.
