A Black Rose Sprouted
"Come, kindest steel
That speaks blood- songs
In cathedrals of the stars-
As nigh unto the Infinite
Swift Honour takes my soul...
Judge not my years too
Small a vessel
Worlds to full contain-
Love's tender iron long swaddled me
With Pain my suckling nurse...
So poised be now,
Salvific blade,
There 'pon this beating portal-
Enrobed, enthroned, majestic then,
Within my bursting heart!"
With rallied spirit
The thrust's begun!
But, Lo! Now's stayed the hand-
As shimmers Night into spectral form
Of strange dark ornament...
Then in tongue that's known the grave,
A whispered "Beloved, no..."
As fleeting then is gone the shape
And a single Black Rose sprouted
Where it had stood...
Where it had stood.
Copyright © Michael Grugan | Year Posted 2008
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