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December 12, 2009
Saint
He stands alone
inside a carved niche
glowing in candlelight
seeming to move
with the dancing flames -
they glaze the gold-leaf
edging his fine clothing.
She dreams he will save her
waving his bold sword
the blade arcing moonlight
as it strikes a deadly blow
killing the heinous -
those that come in the night
when sleep tries to settle
a restless spirit.
His formidable wings
extend around
wrapping her form
in a silken sleeve.
She smells a sweetness
and hears familiar
breathing.
Sunlight streams in
to solicit her awake...
she sees
dripping melted wax
has hardened to his feet.
Posted by kay at December 12, 2009 11:30 PM