I can hear them coming for me
With their lit torches and dirty pitchforks
In long queues of smelling degradation
I
A poor woman in the dim woods
It wasn't my gods and goddesses who stopped their rain and ruined their crops
Bringing pain
Hunger and destruction
I am not ashamed of my faith or my resurrection
I write and leave this note
Under this floorboard
So my name saunters on
Over this crazy threshold
Watched by my guardian
Achelois
She who washes away pain
My beloved moon goddess
Who hangs on the horizon
Always in the cold
But one day
Under this cavern
Six feet underneath this cruel world
Where I'll soon lay
Today
When they break-in
In a new place where sun or light
Doesn't reach or play
I'll rise up one day
The sun will shine again
My breath will be short and sharp
On that Judgement Day
Especially
When I kiss the dry soulless mouth of it
Brother Persecution that stole me away
And sent me into the Grey Sea
I can soon see
Appearing
For me to swim in
Before me
But when I return
We'll sit together
Side by side as memories of my old world
Burns
Like crimson tumble reeds
Glowing and
Blowing
As the ashes of more of his newly condemned
Float by
Tortured with such violence
As Achelois
She who washes away pain
Cries
In the ensuing silence
Remember me
Luna
The worshipper of Achelois
Who once lived in peace
By the sea
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A theme centered around wrongful persecution.
Can you imagine the horror of seeing the baying crowd approaching, ravenous for their version of justice?
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