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The execution
Meet me at the cathedral
Bring your neighing horse
Run your fingers freely
through it`s manes
Let us watch the frost
over virgin fields,
Light upon leafless armed
dying trees igniting
Autumn cleanses it`s bones
The old worlds are lost
amongst starlight
Let not this ink be spilled
Drink this hemlock
The myth of Life
has left me, angels cry
our newborn skin
wreath
all truth is buried
we have executed
justice allive
gallowed our galaxy
truth is dead
What did we save?
Humanity buried
a mass grave
wreath
bow now
thine head
Bring your neighing horse
Run your fingers freely
through it`s manes
Let us watch the frost
over virgin fields,
Light upon leafless armed
dying trees igniting
Autumn cleanses it`s bones
The old worlds are lost
amongst starlight
Let not this ink be spilled
Drink this hemlock
The myth of Life
has left me, angels cry
our newborn skin
wreath
all truth is buried
we have executed
justice allive
gallowed our galaxy
truth is dead
What did we save?
Humanity buried
a mass grave
wreath
bow now
thine head
Execution:
Your poem Execution is brilliant, dare I say it excellently executed. Sorry could not resist. Yes we've turned our Earth into a graveyard as a ready sacrifice to it's enemies -the end of time quite literally.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Thank you so much
You honour me with your words, Anita :-)
"excellently executed"
must have hit target then
greetings
Kornelia
Courteously Said
The lesson on the record - Lady A -
Thank you
Your words are much appreciated
Lesson(s) indeed, Lady A
greetings
Lady K :-)