Sunday, January 16, 2011

A Song From Jerusalem

In song and amber, red and foul,
a vision comes before me
of hungry shadows and flesh that prowls
and hearts that cannot see.

Be watchful and ever vigilant
the monster among you hides well.
Oh knave, oh brother, medicant
your faith best resides in hell.

The younger and the company
will find destruction nearing
for crumbling bone flesh property
shall be the sleeper's feasting.

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