Tuesday, May 24, 2016

Poem: "Sub Rosa"

Though the gates of Hell stand between us,
Though the stars wink out one by one,
Though Michael's lance pierce from the heavens,
My love for you shall be more constant than the false gods
We worship in the alcoves of our hearts,
The little household idols of our souls.

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Empty promises.