Untitled by Jeremy Weeks Joyner

In a tall jeweled tower I ask questions of the stars
Late grows the hour
As Jupiter passes mars.
The heavens whisper secrets
My hourglass is flowing
Another night spent sleepless
The window of time unknowing
Hunt for hidden magic
Prayer for fading lights
Truth is always tragic
With failing absent might
Spells like lightning fly
Across stone cobbled floor
Goblins shrieking begin to pry
Upon immaterial door
High the price of sorcery
A trap long set has sprung
Demons made clever forgery
Now the final song is sung.


About Jeremy Weeks Joyner

Jeremy Weeks Joyner is a poet, philosopher and ordained minister. He lives in central North Carolina.

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