For Them That Know Not
the 'Valley of Vision' - the plains of derision
has caught my eye - ripping out my bossom
lay captive my heart - tethering claws
captured my wandering mind - release nether the vagabond
your cup sends me reeling - tumbling venom drenched
a haughty tower trembling - quiver in the cold of night
never again to be rebuilt - ever awash on the shore
two men once hung from a tree - condemnation rife
the one cursed his life upon himself - excluded realities
the other condemned eternally - for him accursed vindication
neither the valley nor in the plain - hope prescribe
did the eye cast its mark - vision bright become
felled by projectile true - delight, darkened demise
a day no one can rue - smite the wanderlust of hope
poem by Frederick Kesner
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