Having drunk from <br />The chalice of love, <br />Relished on the <br />Unleavened bread, <br />By the closing nightfall, <br />Final prayers being said. <br /> <br />‘This, my body uncut, <br />This, my blood unspilled’ <br />Toast raised to hail <br />The smooth betrayal, <br />Baring my chest to <br />The hastening blade <br /> <br />I Passover to you <br />The codified discourses <br />Disperse my songs in the <br />Mount Zion’s air.. <br />And leave my loving heart <br />In the upper room’s foyer <br /> <br />I bled not when severed <br />You cry not, if am gone <br />Death hurts not; but the truth <br />That the stifling hands were own, <br />Let the guiding star <br />Testify this passing too <br /> <br />I believe you will <br />Resurrect me....until then i remain undead!<br /><br />Seema Aarella<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/extreme-cataclysm-2/
