John Rockk-Fiordelisi Poet Free verse

So Quaint

So quaint the papa
Of the church original 
So loose, the benedictions
From balconies fall.

Hours or minutes
Or seconds or days
End times, ne'er 
So obviously near.

Reguild the lillies
On the Crest of kings,
Approach thou legends 
Within reach of the demons.

So delicate the orator
Of foundation,  lays
Till wisps of sin
Engulf our plane.

Friend or few
Foe or many
On that night we forgot, 
The Saviour descends.

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