Veiled to silhouette ''Itself''...'fore God's penumbra <br />Cursed of and cast to the flaming 'Chaos of Hades <br />Arrives by sin to place Its thorned badge o' rubicon <br />'Pon the heart-thread's of a populous lost in ersatz <br />All accomplished 'fore the bloody day was through <br />Such the statesman 'It'was... <br /> <br />No longer small, much larger now'It' breathes deep <br />In the brains and bowels of the likes of you and me <br />Masqued in sweet aroma, raise the cup....to the lips <br />To which pours 'Itself' from the lust of sordid carafs <br />All drunk or dead, 'fore the bloody day was through <br />Such the fools we be... <br /> <br />And it is said that hands of Power will be the first to Rise 'n War <br />And it is said that hands of Power will be wrapped in lambs wool<br /><br />Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masquea-a-non-traditional-sonnet/
