dawn of christ amongst paganism

echoe, mama
the dark comes in
the cavern,oblivion
feel the summer
my corn dolly
waves thresh forth
but do they run within

a stone
put here
to mark
a ancient
poet held
above but
always in
his prison

love
sting the hemlock
take the book
see the words
forbidden

paganism
now christ ridden
his light pleases
even her
echo mama
so sullen

we take the hills
to dun emer
to be forgiven