I.
This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.
It means salvation
knelt with darkness.
II.
So it be!
So it be!
So it be!
Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.
Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.
III.
In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.
Salvation has
knelt with darkness.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 8:16 AM UTC
I.
This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.
It means salvation
knelt with darkness.
II.
So it be!
So it be!
So it be!
Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.
Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.
III.
In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.
Salvation has
knelt with darkness.
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