THIS poem is about political prisoners, in despotic countries. This poem is about the dreams of one of those prisoners Martyrs of the night One starlit night the moon will come to sight taking me from alley to alley from the grapevine tree to the deep valley cliff to cliff, forest to forest to the place where at nights behind all the city lights a fairy will dwell scarred and bare putting its feet into the waters heat brushing its fair, fluttered hair........ One starlit night the moon will come to sight taking me to the end of the valley to the place where the nights are filled with childrens kites Where the lonely oak tree is proud happy and free and stretches its hands over the tired lands where a star is no longer stalling takes to heart all your struggles and starts falling taking its place into the branches embrace..... One starlit night the moon will come to sight taking me away from prison, like a butterfly who has newly arisen to a place where you can't erase the martyrs of the night whom you can no longer incite with their furnaces of blood care only to flood the streets of your kingdom asking for wisdom demanding their freedom. did you not see them? were you drunk or sober were you awake or in slumber? martyrs of the night! we are drunk and we are sober, martyrs of the night! we are awake and we are in slumber, at the end of our story the darkness will lose its glory. the moon will come to sight and fill our lives with delight one night the moon will come........
wow very powerful poem...i especially ejoyed the second stanza (the last four lines are awesome), also, "the darkness will lose its glory" is a great line...the imagery throughout the whole poem is strong...the subject is so sad but you laced it with such hopeful undertones...good piece, welcome to the forum, keep posting...
