Accursed Be.

Is it true that there is no return

No return to the old days

Of mirth and glory

When the plumes of stoic knights

Broke down he brightness of the rising sun

And te sturdy steads that held their paces

Moved along the destination

Of a journey?

Is it true that thgere is no return

To the dreams we dreamt together

To the trysts we held under the moonlight

In thie halls of gleam and  glamour

In thioe nights when we could choose the stars

That guided us while the moon stood smiling?

Whence the precipice, whence the drop

Whence the executioner with the axe?

Anger will rise to the extreme

And sorrow shall have its sway.

Accursed be the angel taht inspired you

To slit the throat of a fgledging baby7.

Alfred Grech

16/01 2020