Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Orison of the unforgiveable

He remembered when it all began,
Fascination turning to dark fire
Uncontrolled relentlessness ran 
Fuelled by his desire
For the young and innocent
He was burning lost and burnt,

But somehow from a stark and darker place
The blood drawn dawn dawned
And from that mourning morning's mourning
He was born,
Fresh and innocent
Untouched and young.
                                        Wilf 02/2002

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