There is a holy childe…by G. Mramor


There is a holy childe, who beggars for death: if only there were no fear she says she says if only there were no fear.

Come a girl, she becomes a woman by a man of pain, but she finds not love there, she finds pain, a spreading and devouring gravity of pain, fore he would have it that she come down with him, down to the black waters underneath torn dreams, made from the very bled-out dreams who once gave blood to dream, to youth. So lorn, away, so lorn, into the farthest, so lorn, be gone.

And love, there come a woman: if this be not love she says, in the semblance of like shadows, then there is no love. To go with her, to walk the wary and wayless way, through bosks, and haleless days and spectral nights, to go with her I shall let no pain yaw me away, never far from this side of paradise.

To live a million lives with her in a day, to die a million deaths in the night, to never die alone, to breathe in the lake lap of love. To shivurr in the blight, to whispurr through the plight, to rivurr on her right. I am only the continuation of you she says. And she says as you as the continuation of me.  And she says love is kind and gentle, but her eyes affright, fore once true love did die, and the echo, I feel it still, hurt me.

So hurt me, to break the waves, become a self abandoned, exiled from the right way, so I hurt me, fore fear is the tears you cannot see, so I hurt me, fore fear bore in me a vision of life: to be ahead of all parting, fore fear.

There is a holy childe, who beggars for death: if only there were no fear she says she says if only there were no fear.

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