Blazes of a Thousand Centuries
21st Century
The blazes of a thousand centuries
Beckon your hand downward
Where gruesome ghouls sing of tyrannies,
The only friend thereunder is a fateful card.
Upon descent, the walls of the tunnel are bloated
With clamor and fire-breathing
In their hateful eyes which gloated:
Burning heads and bloodied bodies melting.
He is there atop his thunderous throne--
Hades, king, lavishing at your moan.
DayPoems Poem No. 2383
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2383.html">Blazes of a Thousand Centuries by Brian Okabayashi</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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