I, Moonchild - Poem by Daegal
As I climb into the sky,
Who shall cower from my eyes,
But the Earth and Sea built Heaven-high.
See unfounded existence,
Behind St. Peter’s Gate, a trance,
Bewitched both thieves and sycophants.
In Minos’ eyes, both turncoat and whore,
Judged by time, while preachers of War,
In Heaven, blood-stained face to the floor.
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