SacrificeA Poem by Manche
On bed in stillness of night,
body is sleeping, projecting light, in the absence of dreams, presence of sight, lantern is burning, turn left or go right, passage is hidden, letters reveal, to gain entrance humble might kneel, on top of the hill in the morning Sun, the oracle has spoken, at daggers drawn, to quench one's thirst heart was torn, beat of the drum, circle of stone. © 2014 Manche |
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