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The baby born in blood
Has made his mothers heart explode
He will be the wrong angel
Apollo has cursed your house
Now just hallow dignity
Her body stretched upon the ekkyklêma
That still he lives to be scorned
By the better half
The angel that pursued her beauty to her bed
Her milk is gall so what will we make of you?
What did you see in your clairvoyance?
Will you be king?
You will understand all truths
You will devour pity and sorrow
You will be a true human being
Born through the palpitating pain
You will be feared by them
You will inspire them to walk away
Let you bathe in any joy that’s offered
May you dream in peace from watering eyes and
Let you not be bloody now
| I swear that after reading the first couple of lines, I envisioned the movie The Unborn, which scared the bejeezus out of me when I watched it. But I digress.|
I really liked the third line on the third stanza;
"The angel that pursued her beauty to her bed."
It took me a couple of times of repeating it to make sure I read it correctly, and while I'm not sure my interpretation of it is correct, I like it all the same.
|| Posted on 2012-10-07 00:00:00 | by mxadrienne | [ Reply to This ] |