Purification
Posted by Allan in Verse -- Fear on December 5, 2003 2:22 pm
His purpose died a sacrifice,
His heart torn out and burned.
The clouds came back to see the corpse
Whose light had not returned.
The valleys turned grass blades for him
The winds proclaimed his loss
He bowed down to another death
For one more losing cause.
The falling leaves rustled a psalm,
A bird offered a hymn.
A few cold teardrops on the earth
Meant they remembered him.
The cold dark night shall not forget
The words he used to say
For though his body had moved on,
His memories shall stay.