Friday, June 15, 2012

Cross Reference

To breathe fire is his design, his craft
Made perfect in the aftermath of hell's
Wake, hell's boot. Yet his foe takes from the haft
Of his axe his power, his core, the bells
By which he may accomplish anything,
And to the world some form of good peace bring.
What strange comparison do we find here
As does befit a man and a woman?
What strange alliance is here made, within
The sight of Winter's touch, everlasting
Spring, the gentle rush of the Summer winds,
And the paling sound of cracking leaves made
Evident in Autumn's hand? Such union
Were unsettled, but necessary son.

                     Cross Reference, (c) Luke Bennette, June 2012

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