A new Millenium

19 February 2011

A new millennium


Alas I would not run my naked wild

Creatures of habit they will me mild

With looks upon me so derogatory

Make me shuffle confined territory


Of worldly ties they build my grave

And cause me bowing to be a slave

Medusa stood with her stoning eye

Hoping fear would make me live lie


Yet stoning threats were of no avail

As hope filled rich my destiny’s sail

So bind your bow ye rightly archer

To lay me in that yonder sepulchre


As arrow pierced fierce my Sternum

I woke up into a refulgent Millennium

Within a golden age freed of deceit

I practice walking on my shaking feet

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