Iron clad blood red

 

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Ashes in lashes,
Dust becomes rust
Enter this Temple,
in You I trust

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Three stones at the altar
Five moors to the creek
Seven days for hunting
Nine chains that peak

Ironclad crosses
the blood that seeps,
red through this armour,
wounds what weeps…

Enter this Temple,
enter it full,
From the grove, the forest —
my Lord, my Rule

(C) Christine Ueri