Elysian Fields

 Untouched by sorrow or gloom

The Elysian Fields before me loom

The shade of death no longer shrouds

My bright wings , soaring toward the clouds

Flower of gold blazing in splendor

My shattered heart echoes render

The Hall of Heroes a blessed abode

My blood like crimson glowed

To bathe in sunlight in a wondrous stream

Is this my end or a beautiful dream?

I washed away the blood and tear

Proud Death, I no longer fear

No snow, no storm or even rain

Safe from hardship, free from pain

The ocean laps gently at my feet

My heart no longer beats

I hear no song, a mournful dirge

As the waves crash and surge

I long for her touch, music of her lute

She does not hear; my song is mute

I see her dancing across the shore

Where the living, the dead ignore

My heart shatters again when she smiles

It was not meant for me in a while

I have to let go of the ring

That seared my heart and broke my wing

Reckoning comes, the Lion yields

My home forever the Elysian Fields

Maxwell O’Reilly

Eagle and Hunter

 The Eagle and the Hunter

Upon the lofty rock lay his nest

The wind blew and ruffled his breast

Desolate, he flew toward the dying West

Drops of red adorned his chest

The Hunter pursued trying to kill

His gun aimed, he fired at will

More sacred blood intent to spill

His heart froze like winter’s chill

With wings spread and a mighty scream

The Eagle glowed, his pain supreme

Was cast upon nature as if in a dream

Lunged for the Hunter tearing at the seems

Panic hit the Hunter as he saw

The bloody feathers extend and glow

He stared directly into the Eagle’s maw

Saw his death coming, with a sudden yaw

The Eagle knocked the gun at his feet

Transformed into a holy majestic beast

The Hunter cowered now he is the feast

Implored the Eagle to spare him at least

The Eagle struck with a mighty claw

Talons tearing was the last he saw

Beware of my wrath and jaw

I am not your trophy, that is the law

Maxwell O’REILLY