My soul lays
Before you
Seeking your gift
Of healing
Denied to me
On other planes.
In your hands
Does wisdom flow
Long forgotten
By mortal men
And women.
Of a time
When the Gods
And Goddesses
Walked upon the land
With us.
As your dark hair
Sweeps over
My broken body
Covering it
In your warmth.
Like a light
Shining the brightest
On the darkest night
For me.
In keeping
The one weapon
That They have forged
Our salvation shall
Safe.
Until the day
I can return.
Therisa © 2015
Author's note: Another release, from my poetic morgue. At the time of writing this, I was listening to the British gothic group, The Mission UK. Particularly their song, Deliverance.
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