Post by flyingwelshman on Nov 6, 2008 8:27:54 GMT 1
A mind swirls in a moment of madness
Sour smoke burns her nostrils, stings her lungs
Orange tongues lick her skin; a silent scream
Deafens the crowded market place
Her soul tormented, writhing in heat
Her body scarred with a million wounds
Forced confessions mutilate her young body
Only the peace of the gods comfort her.
Her slight form is enveloped; gone forever; purified
Her ashes consecrate the air as incense
We cast the circle with her blood, never water,
Her pathetic fading shadow shames us.
And every Samhain I remember her
I contemplate the sacrifice to alien laws
You can take my life but can you take my creed?
Can you take my life with a hangman' noose?
Peter Nash
Sour smoke burns her nostrils, stings her lungs
Orange tongues lick her skin; a silent scream
Deafens the crowded market place
Her soul tormented, writhing in heat
Her body scarred with a million wounds
Forced confessions mutilate her young body
Only the peace of the gods comfort her.
Her slight form is enveloped; gone forever; purified
Her ashes consecrate the air as incense
We cast the circle with her blood, never water,
Her pathetic fading shadow shames us.
And every Samhain I remember her
I contemplate the sacrifice to alien laws
You can take my life but can you take my creed?
Can you take my life with a hangman' noose?
Peter Nash