Lovers Of Blood

Shut the door my lord! Shut the door of birth Shut the very door of mankind. I discovered the pace of human steps All over the body and blood A thirst for hollows of weeping A sobbing of distant blood A black tenderness of progress. I hear the sinking legends The past glory in heaven A mystery of lightening and birth The green garment and beings And a long moon like a major air. Steps which I feel in Are the riders on mankind Ghostly seeking even deadmen's bones Foot stepping on the honorable past Again and again on the mourning ashes.