Medius Aevum (Burnt At the Stake)
The light was brief
on that ' figured leaf '
when man trembled
to the outer spheres,
that once made keep
when the vault was deep
in the omen years ;
the insane rage
of the median age
for a heretic's life,
when the Abbott, knew
the souls, that flew
from such frightful ken,
and thereupon to Acheron
in skeins o'er the fen.
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(Old Ely, England.In such times it was believed
that the souls of those put to death, escaped in the birds.)
From the mysticseed series.
Copyright © Roy Austin | Year Posted 2008
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