Step lively,

Look! His hands, his feet,

The blood that pours eternal,

And fire burns a mile deep,

Ripped threads are left to burn there;

The heart is broken, skies are dark;

There is no more to see,

But if your life is all doomed now,

He’ll take it so you’re free.

Forever I shall I trust a soul,

Whose heart was all for us,

For him I’ll sing of mountains deep,

It’s my Lord I trust.

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Author guidance for This poem

I recently had an idea to start a new poetry anthology, this time of my poems that are abstract or have, in my opinion, a fantasy-feel to them. Most will be found in the two anthologies of my poem, but I wanted a new anthology to display the fantasy-side of things.

updated Aug 14 '11 by SumnerzAngel