Verses are scattered throughout the poetic mystery Circle of Stone Oaks, based on Biblical and Celtic antiquities, legends and myths, taken from my 9th book The MEMPHIS NIGHTCLUB MURDERS & Other Poetic Mysteries...
Elder's Elegy I
Ah, by their avid destruction
Libidinously they proceed
By their gravid annihilation
Licentiously they succeed
Elder's Elegy II
O mortals, flee and run, so rung the plea
Tossed they as Adamic debris, thus undone
Until the One comes of mixed seed to free
Hence, all Noachian daughters and sons
Ancient Noachian Lament I
Maternal curse begetting beast upon horse
Death alive, half-divine, o'er mortals' course
Blood flooding the tombs by wanton wombs
As evil looms in loam, thus a brutal bloom
Song I for Sionann
O blessed line, professed by all, 'Much sublime!'
Thy bridegroom's mind and sons' nobler kind
Combined to thy nurture, courage and strength
Hence thy virtues mid thy vigor of endless length
Song II for Sionann
Thine is bold blood, liken the rivulets and runnels
Once within, yea, beyond thy sanguine tunnels
Alas thy broken vessel, by Bradán's token vassal
Thus torn the mantles `low their crumbled castles
Psalm I by Ádhamh, Son of Riphath
Stride by lope as part-god then part-man
Half-aligned to both, a divine and human
O Soul, thou knowest deep the godspeed
Whilst my mind seeks Truth unperceived
Riphath's Requiem of Revenge
O God of hosts, thou art scorned by my throes
Sionann fairest, bloodied and torn, thus she goest
Rushing to thee, hushing half-divines' screams
By crushing `neath my heel Bradán's schemes
Psalm II by Ádhamh, Son of Riphath
Akin to fleece, dewy on the threshing floor
Equally Truth, bloody o'er the rugged door
Mantled such, Torch within, forever borne
Inked to skin 'Peace!', to thee dearly sworn
Psalm III by Ádhamh, Son of Riphath
Stride by lope as the hart, the scope and span
Wisdom by Soul, Love by Heart, God by Man
O Mind, thou knowest deep the Peace prudently
By thy Father's logic befittingly, providently
Ancient Noachian Lament II
O the floral field reddens by temporal treasures
Liken the latter Armageddon in akin measure
The first presage, by the bloodshed of Sionann
`Fore the revenge mid mead marred in crimson
Ancient Noachian Lament III
Blood flowing to girdle thence shield, lest at last
Centering in field of battle, per Ádhamh's grasp
Upon every wrist and hilt, each grip on sword
Hung in time, held in kind, 'Peace!' he implored
Copyright © 2018 by D.C. Quillan Stone
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