The blood drips linger
afraid to leave the bastion of grace
that sustained them
fibres stretched and pulled to the brink of profanity
sweat refused
clinging until raised as vapors to the sky
a piercing shriek of a quartz tip
entered somehow sliently
parting flesh from flesh meat from bone
and bitter liquid poured forth
searing a river of flesh devouring agony
a slight reprieve
offered nothing but the biting cold of sullied mead
poured mercilessly upon the lips of truth
to add irrevent pain upon excruciating reverence
the clouds gathered
the ground swelled up and shook
the cracks of the whip deafened
by the thunderous proclamation
thus it was done
and hope sat in stunned silence
the endless wait began
as the blood drips lingered afraid to touch the sand
Heart-stopping work. I felt I
Heart-stopping work. I felt I was there in the moment of that supreme sacrafice, and your depictions were powerful and masterfully composed. Enjoyed very much.
Thankyou so much for letting
Thankyou so much for letting me know. I am honoured :) hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
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"...poured mercilessly upon the lips of truth..."
This line spoke to my imagination and it paused. - nice verses - slc
Yeah, I suppose it makes a
Yeah, I suppose it makes a change from the propaganda and conspiracy affecting humanity play... it was important to me to remember. X hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."