Carolus Magnus
one diminutive flame
wields sway over shadows surrounding
embers at birth, embers at death
flickering wildly between
there are some of whom it is clear
walk the earth as spawns of fire
an eternal blaze the blood of their vein
brandishing the sword of their brethren
adored are they, abhorred are they
and yet dishonored are they never
risen up like the harvest moon
tasting sweetest wine upon their lips
one diminutive flame
wading gently into night's black clutch
embers at birth, embers at death
untouchable, if but only for a moment
Copyright © Greg Easley | Year Posted 2006
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