As Father closed His eyes to sleep adored,
and Darkness opened Hers upon the lands,
a shadow stared, with stars, upon the sands,
waiting it laid, under the will unwarred
that spit´ and spat´ and spread´ and even whored
without a question, bound remained the hands.
Until there came a cry from Wasted Lands
and something rose from knees long ached and sored;
“I saw a piece of clay which caught my eye,
with voice that I had never heard before
it asked be touched and held by butterfly,
and sung upheaval that would rise from core.
´twas then when heart ablazed with strange desire
as I foresaw Mountain burning with fire.”
Sonaattikokeilu John Keatsin hengessä. 14-riviä, ABBA, ABBA, CDCDEE jambisessa pentametrissä.
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