ThE MaCe

I shall ask...
A red linen tied around the horny horn,
Thereof a priest's mouth blabbing fire upon.

If the dragon-flies are to patrol the air,
Their cry must be the chant of war.

The heaviness of power upon Man kills Human;
But butchered by soldier to lessen Human's ailment.

Where thou dost kept the mace?
In the absence of those goats,
The hands of power, must take the lead.
But on the glass cabinet, the 'klepto' casted his spells upon.


gbengar emmarnuel arcuute
From #arcuute_inspirational_pen.