Those nine ancient figures,
In Divine splendour draped,
Passed of me no heed,
But to mock and throw
That grain I was to the ruthless
Winds of obscurity.
The crowds dispersed,
Removing their train of bustling gaiety
To follow the honour of those
ancient steps, and I wept at the
Death that remained in their
passing wake.
But then a Desire descended,
A fierce and unnatural storm,
Cascading direct from an insatiable heaven,
A blinding lust,
An excruciating touch,
And though nine scars
Adorn my hands and knees,
In the tenth moment
A Cyprian Queen came and
extended unto me Her hand,
And I cried aloud at the
Exquisite pain She cursed upon my soul.
And to Her I swore,
In blood and spirit,
The great work would be bequeathed.
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Very, very well written. I loved the last three lines, they are very dark and lasting.
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