The Banquet Of False Religion Poem by George Samuel

The Banquet Of False Religion



The past called at night:
In dark eyes of an ancient Knight '
A thin whisper proclaiming horror'
Of a clergy lying in sorrow.
A solemn hymn twisting through his lips'
For the lost who sleeps! !

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