Created like the
Brazen Sun.
Like leaking dams,
my heart holds not
the love lavished--
furrowed within
my solemn soul.
An image brought to
Judgement. Unblemished
by the Flood's stream.
Will wiles win? Or
shall I dwell in
the City?
"You can have the world,
but I offer you freedom."
The sword shall strike the
old to their youth.
And I, but observer,
shall take up the Shield?
I am but portion
made full by You.
A morsel made meal
at the Banquet set forth.
