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Mea Pectora
please take your shoes off
leave them by the door
if you wish to be granted entry
into this sacred alcove
breaching the gates of this sanctuary
possible only, if you`ve mastered the codes
most slipped through in error
with the aid of a lax bow
or an askew arrow shot foolishly
at dusk by a myopic Eros
watch your step as you enter,
please leave your shoes by the door
more hollow than a cave yet finer
ancient as the tower with in it resides
red granite walls with lyart paintings
caress your eyes, a past adorned with luminous scars
soft floors covered with delicate tapestries
their frilled edges woven of different battles
mourned souls, scented with memories
still haunt the corners
their woes blend with a river that
pounds, rhythmically through delicate tunnels
warmed by the rays of assailants
that had kept it captive for a ransom
if you look hard enough, my friend
maybe even squint
a small scarlet clearing peaks
shyly underneath the prints
a virgin cavas taut, to display
the last war waged, the last scene, for you to paint
a prism of images to be carved by the victor's sword
a failed attempt will disrupt an already rattled flow
rendering the river stagnant
tunnels will dry up, lifeless
walls will fold as the floors crack and crumble
and succumb unto a cataclysmic closure
replaced by a thin plaque that hums
Here Lie the Remains of Mea Pectora
* a work in progress, i would appreciate any feedback on what might possibly bother you in this piece or any suggestions you may want to share. don't be shy with your criticism, after all we are all here to learn (or at least i am) :)
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