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Reverence
CYCLE II: FIRE
O, Priestess of the scared flame be praised,
For you alone hold true the way divine.
Within your caldron's fire, or brassier raised,
The flickered red and golden god’s design.
From peoples’ hold aloft at tribal head,
In censer, cupped and covered, glowing coals,
To temples’ lighted stands on oils spread,
From shepherd’s cloth to flowing silken stoles.
The nations knew with fire was life found,
The sacrifice was burned to godly need,
To sanctify the supplicated grounds,
With blood of untouched lamb and virgin seed.
Yet still the Vestals held the sacred flame,
Until the Vandal horde laid waste their claim.
April 11 - NaPoWriMo 2017
O, Priestess of the scared flame be praised,
For you alone hold true the way divine.
Within your caldron's fire, or brassier raised,
The flickered red and golden god’s design.
From peoples’ hold aloft at tribal head,
In censer, cupped and covered, glowing coals,
To temples’ lighted stands on oils spread,
From shepherd’s cloth to flowing silken stoles.
The nations knew with fire was life found,
The sacrifice was burned to godly need,
To sanctify the supplicated grounds,
With blood of untouched lamb and virgin seed.
Yet still the Vestals held the sacred flame,
Until the Vandal horde laid waste their claim.
April 11 - NaPoWriMo 2017
Published 11th Apr 2017
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