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!“