St Antimo 1999

by pasdelabas

st antimo

1.

 

The tomb is always empty

It cannot be otherwise

I am here

Such lamentation there will be when I rise.

 

2.

 

Always we approach the White Hart

And always he retreats

So with stealth we approach

And still he flees.

To touch him

He must die

 

3.

 

Great silence

Is the rule

Until spoken to

And then all manner

Of speech is

Permitted

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