12 February 2016

#12 - The Gods' Eternal Game

I dreamed a domèd city in the gloom,
with colonnades and balustrades and towers,
whose shadows hid a harbinger of doom
that laughed at heaven, mocked all earthly powers.

I dreamed a tented city by the shore,
with pennants gleaming in the morning sun
a monument to what has gone before,
a vision of the cancer that's to come.

I dreamed Jerusalem encased in ice,
Byzantium and Babylon aflame
their fates decided by the tumbling dice,
all martyrs to the gods' eternal game.

I dreamed in sepia, dreamed in black-and-white.
I dreamed of spires burning in the night.


The Professor's Dream - C R Cockerell

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