Life is pain
Birth an ending
Happiness arrives
Silently
Departs willingly
-SANGREAL-
Bloody cup of woe
Wisdom through suffering
Love from
Experience
Nightly ascending
Hanging
Roman wood
Wrapped in pentameter
Chains of our own creation
Grasping spikenards
-SANGREAL-
Redemption comes realization
We are mortal flesh
Penitents before Holy Rood
Fallen son
Dashed
To a midnight of eternity
Walking amongst the womb of waters
Looking for keystones to seal
Supplicants heart portal
Down Legion made road
To a wrought iron gate
Wrything with serpents
-SANGREAL-
Climbing upon a barren hill
A poetry of roses bloom
With his passage
While shepherds carve Santos
In their Patron's likeness
They whisper his name
"Lorca..."
-Fin-
DS Baker
This is such beautiful writing. The words capture the reader and hold their eyes there. I was totally entranced by this work
ReplyDeleteDo not change anything about it. AS it stands let it be
trying to work it anymore would ruin it
Chrys
I really love the changes you made to this poem. It didn't interrupt the natural flow to the piece...the images are astounding and the ending is the clincher! Great job brother!
ReplyDelete~Rafael Andrade Garza