Feed me the Music
8 October 2016

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
Reading of the poem:

Sins of Salome – Angels of Venice
Nothing else Matters – Angels of Venice
Queen of the Sun – Angels of Venice