Sang the burning lion from the fierce mountaintop: Death's insults emanate from ourselves; Terror riven images that complete Man and heaven, heart and feet. 5 Scarlet briars in her hair--- Love from I know not where Descends the bitter air. Sang the burning lion from the fierce mountaintop: The empty prosecution of the skies 10 Stares at a struck stage The tired heart derides,--- Man's best instincts gambled there--- And the watery heart about to burst All lose out to the worst. 15 Sang the burning lion from the fierce mountaintop: Beaten man twists his neck to curse, White head in heaven Golden heart in a hearse--- A scolded boy or oblong body bends 20 Dark by uncertain suavities of fire to request The sea's intercessions.
From the collection "Burning Byzantium"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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