Neither water nor mountains could stand in its way,

As it progressed, spreading outwards, each and every day

It cast no shadow as it stealthily marched,

Never pausing for breath as it steadily advanced


Confusion was its ultimate aim

Playing a close and coveted game

Made easy by most,

As it was what they desired

That anarchy and chaos made it wanton in all it conspired


Some few stood strong and on they did fight,

Resisting against its terrible might

The war was not even,

Scattered they flew,

To far distant corners to regroup

And renew



But then lust laid its card,

The Queen of hearts,

Then summoned Cupid to aim his darts,

At the few remaining walls that had not been breeched

But still stood beyond its reach


They found their target, they could not miss,

The gifts they carried were to good to dismiss

The final bastions were overrun,

No-one was left all had succumb


Perhaps by now you have guessed my name

If not;

That is a shame

I sit on your shoulder throughout each day

Don’t shake your head,

I’ve never gone away!

© 2013, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

Danny Kemp (14 Posts)

I am sixty-three years of age, married for the second time with two step-children and three grandchildren. My father died when I was sixteen but had probably summed me up completely by that time. He called me deceitful, and I'm not sorry that he did. I now use that characteristic to tell stories in both prose and, I hope. rhyme. My first novel was published in March 2012. The Desolate Garden is a spy murder mystery with more than a simple touch of romance. It has been likened to The 39 Steps and The Constant Gardener by reviewers and the film producer who's London based Company is converting my story into a film.

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  1. Nice! :)

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