Rin the Magnificent

Flame that Flickers

Parchment\'s drenched; dragoman\'s

dream of le flamme du cœur

states: „Straighten! Thou dwellest

in stables of night\'s mare!

 

Though branch thou art broken,

bringest face to my feet;

why, then, praise him divine

– \'tis known – downed with defeat?

 

Think\'st thou heard I haven\'t

those half-loves, mirrored truths;

or faithful flesh martyred

at feast of beasts and brutes?

 

Thou ought reform – renounce

the ruin of Baal\'s ways;

place faith in Father\'s Light

– darkness will fade away!

 

Forth! I\'ll bring thee blessings:

bread unspoil\'d by world\'s mold,

and name – none but thou\'ll know –

nursed by snow-marble stone.

 

The hour is nigh – hold fast!

Heed the sigh from the sky;

I am judge, and jury –

by just word foes shall die!“