I, Moonchild

As I climb into the sky,

Who shall cower from my eyes,

But the Earth and Sea built Heaven-high.

See unfounded existence,

Behind St. Peter’s Gate, a trance,

Bewitched both thieves and sycophants.

In Minos’ eyes, both turncoat and whore,

Judged by time, while preachers of War,

In Heaven, blood-stained face to the floor.

 ©Daegal