Chronicle of a DivinityA Poem by Raven Starhawk
Upon a chilled summer’s night’s breeze, secrets whisper
Betrayal sips from a tainted glass On its knees salvation bleeds Direction holds no bounds In midst the hearth flames simmer to blacken rumble Yellow streaked panes rattle in their frames Windows give way to pictures of sorrow and despair For in man’s hour of shame comes the rain of a thousand crimes So begins the witch hunt Guilty until proven innocent is their phrase It is spoken with much conviction © 2015 Raven Starhawk |
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