Saturday, 21 February 2015


In this dark night I feel the tensions build
As clouds up far above gather and fill
Twas night like this when Silence first was killed
'pon altar stone on far and distant hill

Was Silence only one that fir the bill?
Twas not there someone else that could have stood
In place upon that dark and lonely hill?
One such as I would be there if I could

To take the place as sacrifice, I would
For less am I than Silence, it is clear
That if I were to be there, when I should
Have laid myself on sacred altar dear

And then my purpose would have become known
Across the clouded sky I would have flown

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