Poetic-Verses
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The Twentieth Century
I evoke the ancient grail
Which precedes the riddle of time
And how the hours fail
To question the mysteries of rhyme
I evoke the virgin's blood
Spilled by the warrior' craft
Who watched the primal flood
Water the autumn shaft
And how the dreams of the daughters
Nurture their mother's fears
As calves to the slaughter
Sons fall upon their spears
And how computers to their suitors
Their dowry did bestow
To the lords of demon looters
Who dance on the stolen soul