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.
Copyright © John Rockk-Fiordelisi | Year Posted 2023
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