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The seeker
Contributed by
newguy
on
Wednesday, 6th January 2010 @ 09:55:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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The tattered parchment tell a tale The chosen one it names A command issued from above Not for the heart whose tame
I prepare my soles for journey My body to the call To bring another into the light Thirty seven names on my wall
Each was chosen to see my hand As I paint for them In shades of red and grey but dark The canvas is thier sin
The offense devoted them Unreleased with bribe In the gaze of truth deciding Of the enlightened scribe
I hold close my instrument That shall help persuade The conversion requisite I will usher today
Palms crossed with silver Heart of courage true Relief I deliver From the over blue
Through the oculus a sentry I stand As he whos sought is found I do the work from above I prey upon the ground
Five chambers filled with heat The burst of light shown The chosen one compeled to kneel His sins have returned home
His pennance flows forth tonight Wicked no more shall he be The spirit so yielded forth from him In a crimson sea
My task complete I descended my perch The chosens grace was found So I wait for the next call And send another round
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