Go torch the temple of your mind
O poet with a burning blade
The refuge you call calm and kind
The walls will yield no peaceful shade
The king’s decree, half air half sea
Half land,the castle made on sand
I held the key, set all slaves free
And burn the castle where it stands
A crazed rebel in my mind is
Waging a war upon Venus
Claiming a brighter place is his
Where demons lurk, angels fear us
Yet this rebel shall face defeat
He lay upon his bed of nails
Chaos reborn and words repeat
And all the evil thoughts prevail
-Anas Merchant
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Author:
Anas Merchant (
Online) - Published: February 8th, 2026 03:47
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A lovely poem where poetic license extends over land, sea and air and percentages are more than fair. It is powerful and dramatic where freeing minds slaves opens new possibilities. It is true that the mind is a rebel that does face a bed of nails. Well done
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