Blessed Be

Blessed Be

A Poem by Shanny Rowanhill

Or Hymn to What's Unloved


Blessed be the broken one
whose mind is now awoken
Brought to you by lairs and sovereigns;
not by devils, nor by saints
Blessed be the song of ours
that's beating in our hearts
That shakened my inner, yes -
blessed be the sinner

Blessed be all the wrong reasons
Blessed be the cold and dark seasons
The withered flower in the corner
And the oh so lonely mourner
Blessed be, for all who care,
the one who didn't dare
Even if there's will, there's no guarantee
that the courage will come for free

Blessed be the outnumbered
(your sould the could never encumber)
The ones who fought 'til their last breath
and joined forces, at the end, with Death
The things that no one can see,
and the notes to the song out of key
The rotten, the dark, the bloody -
and every defect on your body
Blessed be me, and blessed be you
Blessed be all the once was true

© 2013 Shanny Rowanhill

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This is truely beautiful. The flow, and the hint of rhyme is exquisite.
Fantastic job.
~Blessed Be,

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Added on August 20, 2009
Last Updated on February 5, 2013
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Shanny Rowanhill
Shanny Rowanhill


Stoic with STYLE. I'm Shanny, you may refer to me as "God", "Superior", "Admiral" Thanks. *Elvis voice* Fank you very..much. *stabs the stump repeatedly* DIE, DIE DIE! *looks up* WHO .. more..