The chanting prayers echo
Between narrow eyed windows
Between grains of people in cement stone
Of the wall where pillars stand:
Strong mighty and witty.
The heavy handle goes down
And the doors part like lovers,
Desperately, unwilling.
Out it goes and leaves and dies,
And red aged wine pours onto
the crooked lime stone floor.
The Queen spread its black gown
in silent grin's triumph,
Its black dress coveted,
Embroydered with shiney white diamonds.
With green eyed gaze she views,
and muses from above.
Under her cover they creep,
Like worms in a candy jar
Full of blissful surprises,
and molten golden honey.
Little leprecons from desert lands
Crawl around the-
Black cauldron of holy justification.
Boiling blood bubbles and turmoil.
She plans tonight- the queen of the skies,
Black vultures will feed,
Crows will crow
And here I lay,
Under a rain of stars. |