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A poem reflecting upon a stage of my life I have now passed. |
*Kerhaus was a special place to me once, in which it held the remains of an old monastery which included a pyre and forgotten woodland. It reflects upon the time when I cherished this place. I haven't visited this site for over four years so I am returning gladly after a break and ready to write some more. I would very much appreciate it if you were to give me some comments on this work.* From the dark, vile din Of a burning night Using kindling of sin Marks the loss of a fight. What words these are to think of when Two women lived, so young in years, Prayed in these halls and scoffed, 'amen,' A burning never gave them fear. But when I stood upon the spot My mind was cloudy, dark and dead, All that is left of these will rot Their ever burnt unholy bed. And so today I break the pane Of longing once reserved for pain When I would lay, in endless dark, Could never hear the morning lark, Could never face the morning bread, Or love like breeze which dragged like lead, A devil, screaming, plagued the mind, And craved none other love but mine, I sit today and evoke the day, That as it rose in its usual way, Blistered into a summer's morn, From days of nights, a world was born. |