Too many walls been in his way
Time to knock them down, dust and grain
Far too many been up and around
Now looking beyond to higher ground
Walls put up to block his path
Now and in the distant past
A need to watch them falling down
Maybe a future can be found
Rubble is what he wants to see
So he can pick up the pieces
Move on in a different direction
Nothing in his way, only elation
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jan 11, 2013
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