Darkling Grail Poem by mark littler

Darkling Grail



Trees hide temple and given altar
Bride my foolish brother, my foolish sister
Merlin and his queen lady
she says thy spells
Seeks your secrets

Hide the light and the steps to his old Earth

Hand on lake
Let me touch the ice
Darkling grail

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