Sunday 5 April 2020

The Gypsy's Thief

We almost didn't
Give a damn for doubting
Seeding light, for blood
Watching all this flesh for favour
New golems eating mud
But I have known a softer siren
Such a kindly thing
As once a kind of living violence
Let queen decide the king

Cards shall augur
With like to righteous
As once so very wrong
Anti, doting, through the every
And thread the stage to song
No care for spilling hatred now
For Daddy stole my dark
Thief of every drowning tempest
Song for sky and lark

Oh, for gladden
That God might brighten
The gentle way of three
Sharing grace
Between moth and mortal
Blind, in hope to see
No longer los


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