Sorrow

Sorrow, grief, pain
             a piercing arrow
They are the same
Why did, do, will people
die away to a world
                      unknown
 which is now torched
 by the lights of the
                    Gods
Leaving Earth bereft of
                     things grown by
shadowed evil minds
and revelling in a golden glory
of a battle won
Now only Love remains, binding All
In its flame, torchless and the same
Hour after endless ambling hour,
                                   Divine, the same