Luna's Last Letter

 A theme centered around wrongful persecution. 

(The Spanish Inquisition.) 

Can you imagine the horror of seeing the baying crowd approaching, ravenous for their version of justice?

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Title:

Luna's Last Letter

(A shaking hand writes)

To anybody

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 Achelois 

She who washes away pain

My beloved moon goddess 

Who always hangs on the horizon 

In the cold

But one day 

Under this cavern 

Six feet underneath this world 

Where I'll soon lay 

Today 

When they break-in 

In a 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 Judgement Day

Especially

When I kiss the dry soulless mouth of Brother Persecution that stole me 

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 

While my beloved 

Achelois 

She who washes away pain

Cries

As I once again

Whisper her name

(C)

Copyright John Duffy