My
spectre with me night and day,
Wild
beast, she guards my way.
Images
far within, cause
constant
weeping for my sin.
My
pride and scorn
cause
my spectre to mourn,
With
jealousies and fears
I
fill for me a vessel of tears.
A
fathom into the deep
we
wander, then we weep.
I am
sorrowfull, she is gone,
How
will I face the next dawn?.
Very intense and well done.
ReplyDeleteMadeleine Begun Kane