Our Gracious host Colleen Chesebro said WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!
This week, Jude chose the words for us to select our synonyms:
I chose a haiku this time.
The quest has been hard
He had tried to do his best
The truth was not found
This week’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt word is search.
I have gone a little off piste this week with Queen‘s Lilley of the Valley.
Brilliant song all about searching for answers to questions that make up our lives.
“Lily Of The Valley”
I lie in wait with open eyes
I carry on through stormy skies
I follow every course
My kingdom for a horse
But each time I grow old
Serpent of the Nile
Relieve me for a while
And cast me from your spell and let me go
Messenger from Seven Seas has flown
To tell the King of Rhye he’s lost his throne
Wars will never cease
Is there time enough for peace
But the lily of the valley doesn’t know.
This is part of Helen Vahdati’s #songlyricsunday join in here.
Happy Sunday everyone.
“Well” said the voice filling everywhere with light
Somehow everyone calmed down as all their fears took flight.
They knew they were in trouble they new they were in bin!
They had all been careless and causing trouble but felt there was no great sin.
A voice as smooth as syrup gently calmed the street
This calm somehow traveled around the world, believe me no mean feat!
Death was secretly relived to see his lord and master.
Plague, war and famine if they had of had hearts would of felt them beating faster.
“Good evening, Death, I hope you are well and I see you have brought your brothers.
You have got yourselves in to an awful mess Death.” God said, then turned his head to look at the others.
The angel of death standing by God’s side tears of relief running down his beautiful face
“We have the book, boss” he said.He held it in his right hand,” praise be, we now can sort out the human race”
God looked down on the angel of death who now sat in his hand, what was he to do with him
And Death and his brothers three? They were doing their best but God’s patience was growing thin.
TO BE CONTINUED
They searched , they over turned countries, cities towns
They lay waste to plains of crops and wherever there was joy they brought frowns.
The sick got sicker the wars got worse not one corpse would follow Death
No matter the mutilation, the cancer or the agony no one took their last sweet breath.
The angel of death was in despair, his boss Death was unsure what to do
War plague and famine had never had so much fun no lack of suffering, and that was true.
Governments around the world had meetings, the dead drew up and begged for oblivion
The angel of death could take no more, he went above his boss’s head, he new it was his wrong.
He crept slowly into the halls of heaven, the holy light
Bathed his body with the warmth he had long forgot.
The beauty of what he so missed , reminded him of what he was not.
He wept, he sobbed and grieved. Then he hear the Father’s voice.
Forgive me Father I need to see you I have no choice.
The face of the Father full of love and warmth looked down on his errant son.
He knew of course before the angel spoke exactly why he had come.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The book was gone and all was panic
Death was furious, the whole place was frantic.
Angrily he paced the wooden floors
Searching every room and slamming all the doors.
Things were desperate, so he call the other horsemen in
He knew that they were busy causing war, plague and strife
Ruining crops, watching people die and generally spoiling everone’s life .
They came leaving chaos in their withering wake
“Lost the book” sneered War , plague coughed famine asked was there any cake?
The Angel of death was hiding from he who was dressed in cowl and carrying a scythe
Death was frantic he new without his book those who should be dead would be staying alive.
It was famine that found him while he searching for nourishment
The angel of death hiding in the fridge , ” he’s in here Death” famine shouted as he took the cheese and went.
Death was too angry to hang about any more .
Come on we have to search, Now , Shouting for his horse he rushed out of the door!
So the four horse men of the Apocalypse followed by the sulking angel of death
They went forth to find the book , they’d search the earth , width and breadth !!
TO BE CONTINUED.
KL CALEY
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