Zakala's Poetry

Sometimes alone, she whispers to her heart
She keeps it in an alabaster shroud
Sometimes apart, she spreads her soul wide
Drinking in the moonlight
Drinking in the clouds

The Stones

The Stones

Of rock, hewn warriors
What battles have you seen?
The lichen covers scars
Which once had never been.
Crag faced, weather wrought,
From mighty stones you were;
Now a pale reflection,
Standing, quiet, demure.
A scorched spot tells the story
Of rituals you have seen,
Powerful conductors
May you bright and blessed be.

 

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