Laudamus Te! <br /> <br />I woke with words <br />Nailed to a cross <br />Not of my making... <br />Pitiful loss, <br />For, someone else <br />Built that symbol... <br />Tore words from <br />My universe, <br /> <br />So carefully built... <br /> <br />Then let blood <br />Flow over them <br />From a stranger. <br />Adoramus Te! <br /> <br />Glorificamus Te! <br />Having spoken, <br />Will you lean <br />On these words, <br />Not their meaning? <br />Or, meaning misread, <br />Will you feel <br />It's knife? <br />Laudamus Te. <br /> <br />The Dragon wakes <br />From dormancy, <br />With scales to <br />Deflect points. <br />What of the scorpion <br />Beneath?<br /><br />elysabeth faslund<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/origin-of-the-flame-4/
