Feed me the Music

Feed me the Music

8 October 2016

Courtesy womaninthebible.net

 

 

Blood awash

From age of deceit

Travel clothes

Pleated neat

I walk naked in parlours

That the Truth harbours

 

End of lies

Raven to me flies

Beak tender

Wings of old

They shelter me from the cold

Of ice of despair

 

See my brow

No longer hangs now

Infinite

Waves of hope

Surging through the upward slope

Bubbling into moon

 

Crescents swoon

Overwhelming surge

Gnawing urge

Daylight purge

Silver and gold they emerge

Betrothed in the skies

 

Now we feast

All eyes on the East

Bread in yeast

Hides the Beast

Bring me the rings of knighthood

Three bowls made of wood

 

Calm hunger

Feed me the Music

Rushing through

Veins intact

Pulsing centuries impact

Hurtling through ages

 

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