Did God see the bin I gave to him last Sunday ,
the ******* up paper I now call my heart ?
or Chocolate ! What is that ?
I had never tasted ,
like Gods love divine .
The hopes and dreams of my loneliness  part .
the bitter tears ,
songs of a better tomorrow ones that will open up the sky’s of love ,
to seek Gods grace in his arms above .

Songs of sadness and sorrow that brought dark clouds to my eye .

And oh what a simple poem as this as
the passing of the years go by.
for what was birds would fly to their branches
at the calling of the day ,
and now even they have flown away .

So as the eagle and the raven trailed the Saxon battle fields ,
Like shines metal s that guise and glisten in the suns noon day heat ,
we march wearily on to hear the eagles wing ,
to know the raven hovers near .

Did God see my paper are the wings of the eagle low ?
For now my immortal wound the raven pecks and tears  at my flesh and my helmet to the sodden ground has fallen ,

and  now my sword is now beside ,
does it stand with my foes blood ?
embedded in the mud .

This warfare do I seek rest or my bruised body impale ,
yet God be my protector against Satan’s demon hordes again


Now the Abbey of rest I have found ,
a monk tends my every need ,
Yet my helmet lies upon my head ,
around cold peaceful stone walls do I kneel ,
a stronghold my heart must keep,
vanquished for a time man forgot ,
for the passing of the years .