Pagan Poetry - Dark yet Holy things
These Dark yet Holy things
Etched into the very bark
Teach us from a pool inked onto the world
Forgotten towers of mislaid bricks
That once revered were scattered
And laid to waste
The Raven crackles in the storm
Inciting venomous lessons
There is knowledge in boldness and in blood
Reaching out far beyond the walls
Graves of our forebears are not silenced
By the passing of the beating heart
An echo ripples backward remembering
We were one once with the night - Jo