By DS Baker
Life is pain
Birth an ending
Happiness arrives
Silently
Departs willingly
-SANGREAL-
Bloody cup of woe
Wisdom through suffering
Love from
Experience
Nightly ascending
Hanging
Roman wood
Wrapped in pentameter
Chains of our own creation
Grasping spikenards
-SANGREAL-
Redemption comes realization
We are mortal flesh
Penitents before Holy Rood
Fallen son
Dashed
To a midnight of eternity
Walking amongst the womb of waters
Looking for keystones to seal
Supplicants heart portal
Down Legion made road
To a wrought iron gate
Wrything with serpents
-SANGREAL-
Climbing upon a barren hill
A poetry of roses bloom
With his passage
While shepherds carve Santos
In their Patron’s likeness
They whisper his name
“Lorca…”
-Fin-
Waxings 
Isn’t it funny how religious images can be so oppressive and gory? Okay, scratch that naive remark. This is dark, heavy. Kind of reminds me of the video clip for OMD’s Joan of Arc.