St. Helena

I stayed on this famous island for a little while,

fortress, prison and avant-garde Bonaparte style.

Rigged charm with antiquities slow train,

governors constitution keeping royal patriots vain.

200 years after the mysterious death of the king,

at his grave, I was wondering, ‘You poor little thing’.

Another sort of great Alexander that loves to conquer,

taken on the establishments in crisis that ponder.

Ideals of restless doomed heroes celebrated,

taken war to higher constitution elevated.

St. Helena the wife of Emperor Constantine,

went on to pilgrimage to find the sacred terrain.

Building the church of the Holy Sepulchre,

the place of Christ crucifixions culture.

Priestess of Avalon and patron saint of discoveries,

island of sacred through Christ self recoveries.

Total sovereignty and its dying destiny,

luring fatal admirations penalty.

No escaping from repeating history.