A Folk Song


My demons are many
My angels are few
and the time for redemption
is long overdue
For the songs that we sang
from that merciless pew
were just words from an old
dying tome
But the gates of the garden
are opened at last
and an old voice is calling
me home

So to all of my critics
and all of my friends
I’ve loved every one of you
time and again
But the wheel must turn
from beginning to end
and my time with you
is now fading
For the darkness that
soon overshadows us all
will not long be keeping
me waiting

And finally I must
in good conscience proclaim
that the gods that divide us
are one and the same
And it matters not much
if we call them by name
for the names that we praise
are illusion
For the gods resonate
in reflections of men
and within we will
find absolution

  • Author: Coyote (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2021 16:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • spilleronsheet

    That’s beautiful
    Touching so many reigns
    The devils the many
    The angels a few
    A salutation so just within me too
    The time has come for redemption
    Wonder what sins are born from a lovely pen
    Alas it’s never too late to be born again
    A very well penned poetry
    Kudos to the moving words

  • Goldfinch60

    Good words Coyote, we all have our own god and all will be well.


  • Neville

    quite simply brilliant sir .. or to put it another way .. simply quite brilliant ..

  • L. B. Mek

    wonderful flow, as always
    thanks for sharing

  • Rozina

    I loved this message. Beautiful words.

  • Garth Rakumakoe

    A paradoxical parting and coming home, explaining the paradox itself. Very powerful.

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