The Pool of Sent

Washing this mud from within my eyes Drying them, and then Tossing this cloth unto the earth.... I have returned from the pool of sent With visions, before my sights Sights, that do now burn Pulling my fingers from upon my lips And in silence.... Running them across my chin As I stare beyond this darkened night With a passion, that now so yearns To place my sword upon its soul And to pierce, through its very heart This shadow before the stillness formed.... Upon Golgothas grounds I cross The blood of Saints who died through time Calling out, and crying from within its dust Where unto I have come to avenge Their precious souls and lives Priceless, that were once lost.... Standing, now, with "The Son of God!" ..........Beyond.......... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Pool of Sent