Pray a Nail In the Truth of Luminescent Light
I felled my day and lumbered my night
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light
All mirrored murk in the worldly water lurking
How it paled my maiden rounded high
So we bowed to the gale that was breaking
I turned, as she, our shoulders to sigh
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
How it paled my maiden rounded high
Godly captains of gold and glory fevers
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Yet she thirteen times left my quarters
For I was a man like any of them of age
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
I saddled less and gave a humbled homage
Riot then my night and steal my crown
I felled my day and lumbered my night
Bereft of worship and less kindled known
Pray a nail in the truth of luminescent light
Copyright © Mathieu De Casanove | Year Posted 2011
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