Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

Benediction

“Benediction”


Bless'ed be those 
who turn from cawing
black crows, sharp beaks
bloodied and ill omen
to walk beside the lost
Black Monk 
spectral haunted 
in his lonely dark dreams
he walks away from 
The King of Mud Dwellers
towards those
in Halls of the Forgotten 
seeking sanctuary
in desolate decay
he will find the key
in his silent  
futile Purgatory, 
stripped raw 
torn and naked 
borne from dreaded invocation
invisible sacrament 
on tongue, words spoken
to the One
lead us not into temptation
secrets that are 
hidden 
to then bless'ed be
forgiven 
to uncover -
his chained heart 
unlocked
through true love; 
his crime -
through mortal pain
forgiven 

released

The Key of Benediction

(LadyLabyrinth/2019)



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPlK5HwFxcw

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/G_major


O salutaris Hostia,
Quæ cæli pandis ostium:
Bella premunt hostilia,
Da robur, fer auxilium.
Uni trinoque Domino
Sit sempiterna gloria,
Qui vitam sine termino
Nobis donet in patria.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MYQrhiKWEI



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MMeuk2STqRA

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