Friday, 15 May 2015

At Nightfall

The blood you once bled
Now more brightly shines
Through the hidden wounds
Of those who follow.
Light splinters to impossible fineness
In this ensphered perfection.

Where will it be then,
The light gathered and formed
In slow breath rising
Slow breath falling?
Where will it be then,
When breath is final stilled?

Gather now the rays while yet they shine
Hear now the songs while yet they sound
Become now strong, for the night will be long.

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