Monday 1 April 2013

Poet's Corner - One

I walk through the winding streets
the twists I know so well.
To the fire with my kin
to meet the judge of all.

Dressed in holy robes

to hide the demonic brand
that surely adorns the body of he
who executes on steadfast land.

The city walls are my final comfort

only abandoning us at the close,
for who could keep out such a serpent
or save us from the fire he chose?

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