SangrealA Poem by Thomas Kainaroi
Broken monoliths pass me by,
Where weeping statues wish to fly, As their tears collect in my chalice, Purification of malice. And down the winding road I go, Observed by the stag and the crow. Percival passes through my being, And I through him, a ghostly dream. The willow is where the path breaks, The way to the chapel, for my sake. I lay myself down at the well, This is home, this is where I dwell. Lighted candles sing, I drift to sleep. This is not the end, do not weep. The tears, by magick they are blood. It is here that the fountain did flood. 4-6-11 © 2013 Thomas KainaroiReviews
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