Independence Shore

Fortress-the tide
cigarettes blazing apprehension
good morrow's haste considered
heaven's barrage-
princesses that lied
Conquer-the divide
forgetting the comfort of tyranny
in charging its heels
faith's mirage-
years yet to bide.

Dove- lilac lust
borne of wintry broth
from the dust of ages
spirit's death-
evil yet to trust
Angel-gentle thrust
cast in a shroud of coal
and the veil of virgins
sparing breath-
for all to be just.