Posted by phk on November 13, 1998 at 09:16:16:
Once stood a shrine
So pure, virtuous,
Unmolested,
Golden, and sacred
It was newly built
Time - it did not undergo
Time played no factor:
It was too young to scar
Then came change of seasons;
Came the unknown elements
Came varying degrees
Of influence and damage
I am the inhabitant,
The one for which the shrine was made
In honor of rotting flesh,
The spirit-wraith that haunts it halls
And I have made it destitute
Do not the pleading winds wail it so?
Are not the intensified light
To enforce the echoes of gods' decree?