Mason Maestro

Magnus - Poem by Mason Maestro

Here was interred the corpse of Riddoch Magnus
A King as he, a whalecroof that ilk, an etatis
His children procreate betvixt him
Young people advanced in years
Magistrates of Kirkwall- behold the end of life
In the morning the master of the house knocks
Till evening with the midnight crowing cocks
On remains to live even towards the dead
By this sepulcher men attested the said
Whether sooner or later we hasten to one place
Hither we are all bound- the last home of fate
Rest in this wormy clay with coelestial glore
Waiting for saviors call to judgement
Till trumpets sound soul joys about
Till thy creators might
Both reunite
To reign with saints in light

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 23, 2005

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