Monday, September 1, 2014


Look Up

Old necromancers drop your bones,
And corpses wracked by frightful spells,
Let fall the denizens of hell,
And shelve your skin-bound ancient tomes,
What boots eternities of spring,
To wizards locked in dank and gloom,
The sights and scents the seasons bring,
Don't penetrate the scholars' tombs.

Go forth, take bread and wine, light verse,
Unchain your sacrificial lambs,
Converse like any human can,
In gloried sunset rays immerse,
Now savor days and star-splashed nights,
Relinquish evil's false delights.


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