Refuge From Death


I

Alone, the oak stands-

The shelter of a desperate man,

With blood on his hands

And fears, rain and tears

Merged on his gaze-

Alone the oak stands.

Refuge without retribution…

II

Awake from realisation,

He who slept in the sinners respite.

That running, running night, buried.

All things are covered and revealed…

 

 

 

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