Bora born

Night of the long moon _

Silly me
shame on you
time's so short
much to do.
One year left
till it comes
Christmas day
fools no one.

Soon the world
will know why
Vanya's song
tells no lies.
Eagles wings
shield no one
pretenders
turn to bone.

Wail in fear
girls and boys
trumpets sound
no more toys.
Bitter years
lie ahead
Crux disguised
risen dead.

On the twelfth
it took place
dogs of war
losed the gates.
Triune's set
harlot dies
we're all next
scratch no lie.


- O -

© dec 2008 _


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