Timor Amoris

Fear exists with only love,

four runes burnt on wings of doves.

Peace shall reign if we are tempted,

fevered pitch, burning vestments.

To lift the weight one tips the scales,

iron coins replace five nails.

Scalding pigment burns the wing,

painted thick they cannot sing.

When it drips to break the dreams,

souls retreat, bodies obscene.

With books and words I pine for penance,

a seers dues paid ,

the price, ignorance.

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Amazing poetry here! Stunningly beautiful and profound. You are very gifted.

Enjoyed the read. Voted up ++++ and sharing

God bless, Faith Reaper

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Stolas 3 years ago from Midwest Author

Thank you very much for your kind words Faith Reaper. I am flattered. I also enjoy your name, it is unique and possess some level of duality that I find beautiful. Many blessings

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Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

Thanks so much for the kind comment as relates to my name.

God bless, Faith Reaper

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Frank Atanacio 3 years ago from Shelton

wow this was blow your mind amazing.. again but slowly..woooow!

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