Ex Crucis
(cruxpoem by montycrusto)
The years ran rings around me.
A well seasoned one,
I weathered many winds and winters,
And bathed in dappled sun.
Sounds ringing all around me:
The fleet pheasant’s call,
The fall of sweet hesitant rain
In the singing glade.
But then, a raid: men,
With stinging blade,
Cut me, felled me, killed me.
Yet I was not done.
They hacked my limbs away,
Flayed my cracking skin.
One more corpse thrown on the corpse-pile...
(cruxpoem by montycrusto)
The years ran rings around me.
A well seasoned one,
I weathered many winds and winters,
And bathed in dappled sun.
Sounds ringing all around me:
The fleet pheasant’s call,
The fall of sweet hesitant rain
In the singing glade.
But then, a raid: men,
With stinging blade,
Cut me, felled me, killed me.
Yet I was not done.
They hacked my limbs away,
Flayed my cracking skin.
One more corpse thrown on the corpse-pile...
Ex Crucis (cruxpoem By Montycrusto)