Exactant Bruagh Poem by Christoph Praus
Exactant Bruagh
Clacking his fingers along the throne,
Red caked nails sidelong with bone,
Ivory, ivory, white Golem's scream,
Der Golem's heart and mind in hand,
Lost inside, and a hollow moon rises.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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