Our nuptial vows did fatally succumb
To the dragons' fires. Though our grave feathers
Came to ashes, in phoenix we shall plumb
The depths of chaos for hoarded treasures.
Fatally stamped with the fall ere our climbs—
Chancing Dante's Inferno, hell's bedlam:
The baptismal font did bid paradigms
To bend our souls to enlightened wisdom.
Fast broken-on-the-cross laid our shadows—
Taken up reborn…being qua being:
By faith and reason the word is logos—
Suffering: fountainhead of all meaning.
Forgive us our dragons; sinful glory—
Indwelt dragons treasured gilds love's quarry.
such a nice write, David. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks
Thank you Jazib. Your poem and should be required reading for all those coming of age.
Much appreciated. Thank you. (Note: the link to your name is not responding, curious.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant and impressive write that resonates with the soul. I feel inspired by your style of writing, your use of language is awesome. A masterly creation. Thanks for sharing, David.