In That Occult One, the Dark
In that occult one, the Dark
Treasures put their trust.
Just so the greeds, Hell itself
To lock down entrust.
As Time divests one, with Light's
Scorn-blazing resolve
So Truth, thorn-crowned then haloed
Would those sins dissolve.
Copyright © James Watkin | Year Posted 2021
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