The Sun of SanctityA Poem by Kenfucius69The Sun of Sanctity
The moon of misery has passed The light is bright and clear Giving glory to the verdant waste And warms the Winter air I can leave my bed Running to the sun Forcing my nightmares to lie dead The visions are finally done My days were doomed Heart and soul rapt away I dreamt I stood by a marble tomb Where royal corpses lay 'Twas the dark hour of three When former lives might come Above their imprisoned dust - set free And wail their woeful doom And truly next to me Beneath the shadow of the tree Most dim and yet its presence there Curdled my blood with ghastly terror My breath I could not draw The air - ranny and dry Mouth agape, eyes maddening Were fixed upon it's evil attire And it's were fixed on me I fell down on the stone Listening to it's triumphant moan Unable to turn away I was forced to pray And still it bent above It's features full in view It seemed close by and yet so far Than this world from the farthest star It told me my soul was due Indeed 'twas not the space Of earth and time between But the sea of death's eternity The gulf o'er which mortality Has never - never been O bring not back again The horror of that hour Let no more tears pour Or blood erupt from volcanoes of despair Instead - catch me love So I might grab hold of your hair Give lift o'er the cliff And fly - fly with the doves © 2012 Kenfucius69Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 3, 2012 Last Updated on January 3, 2012 AuthorKenfucius69Flinton, PAAboutI love to write, and recently started making animation and music. I love comedy, and anything strange/weird/creative. more..Writing
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