Cursed Be Rolande
By Rof Cau
I oft tried Piercing that blackest gloom With mine eyes Like Durandel would, in midst of battle, bite through all of hindrances It proved to be the most futile of undertakings for the blackness was impenetrable but to the receiving ear that darest give a glimmer A glimmer which deigned to tell of holy hymns borne from minster doom formed from ageless dwelling in solitude a ceaseless calling for Light in dark'ning rite And yet further doth the blackness minish as to me comes a mist of incense familiar twisting forth from pureness that which is deemed mirific I saw not, with pyre orange-red in flame, the coming of Light Nay, the opposite be true: In the witnessing of pain and the dying of flame, I again was blinded by the blackness of Night Written September 9th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 03:02 AM PST 0 • 10 • 1
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