Scarlet Grave Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Stone walls of Ireland whisper
Her fields of joy grow in green glory
My love is the breath of summer

The carnal eagles hunt
Burning fire in the bosom of flesh
Now the moon has crooned repentance

Banished by fate
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbors wife
She is banished to mediocrity

Fire from the brazen altar
We leave rust and the beggarly elements
Eternity turns our dreams into winter

Burning coals slowly submitting
Stars burn like confessions
Ashes somber as your scarlet grave