Avalon
AS thy noble corona dilates,
Shucks back its great circle, let
Thy golden mean drip power
Onto the beast whose blameless flesh
Screams humped over,
Lathered like the Levin cracked sky
From whose seed was born
An infant God
Remind me Oh! Sultana
Whose spirit lifts my brow, and
Whose bright milk chisels
My livered throat, bloated
and waiting to yield to yet
Another salute.
I cry for Avalon, and those
Ancient borders I once possessed
Oh! Avalon, a composition for the carillon,
Let your chronicles forget me not.
Let your long drawn spell
Whisper me awash, gilded
Only by the mighty Griffon
fluent in the air, lord of sky,
Address my reproach my gentle God
Gift me unremitting paradise.
Copyright © Debra Abohosh | Year Posted 2006
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