The Pain of Thera

The Pain of Thera

When pain is disrupted
But a dull ache ensues
And the heart that once longed
Now ripples and is moved

The drifter that once spoke
Untold stories of hope and demise
Crushed by a lone sailor
Who cherished and cried

The stories were told
Both from far and close
The tales were of old lands 
Whose names were just but cold

Those rulers took pages
Of an old book and read
To the people who needed answers
Only filled with dread

“Here lies Thera,
Both true and powerful,
Unique but disturbed,
A place of longing,
And a person who wills the freedom of man”

The unjust crime she committed
Those who knew her vowed vengeance
Upon the rulers who took
Plundered

And swore that peace shall never return

Those days may look bleak

But never have persevered
Such undeniable power
For the power is not distant nor foul
For this untimely sacrifice
Is for the pain not yet showed

This is how the tales were told
Through the drifters mouth 
And the sailors hymns
Through this way
Her story would be
And forevermore will it say

That Thera was
And will always be
The mend to the break
And the righteous power to the ‘T’

For her name shall ring
Be true and taught
Through every school house
Church
And town

Her Pain shall move
And bend
And break
The hearts forever shall it weep