May 2015
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a grated gate in midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
and skies bowed down to hear their pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory then sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
fraught with want of trilled refrains
a poet's tome thus lay ungathered
wispy strands of dreams, untethered
if Heaven cried its tears that night
set up our quaich by candlelight
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a grated gate in midnight's light
once fell upon a sorry sight
as rain washed out the scarlet stain
and skies bowed down to hear their pain
a voice without a body heard
the sordid tale its waist did gird
one witness found, torn leaf by leaf
Creation's glory then sank to grief
a tale no word was writ nor said
into the ground the silence bled
a soaked and orphaned quill remains
fraught with want of trilled refrains
a poet's tome thus lay ungathered
wispy strands of dreams, untethered
if Heaven cried its tears that night
set up our quaich by candlelight
_ _ __ ✒
○●
•
