Sacrificial Lamb

So be this where the sinner came,

Unto them I should sacrifice,

The ghost begot a mortal frame,

Which as a god would not suffice,

An idol wound with cloak and cane,

Wretching bout with cats and mice.

Forsooth he know not what he does,

Yet knoweth that he can’t undo,

Naïve to what the purpose was,

This sanctity that I should lose,

Anfore the favor of mine love,

For which these men hath yet prove.

Author's Note

Painting by William Blake: http://ramhornd.blogspot.com/2012/05/sacrifice.html

Reviews

[Echoes of Eros]

William Blake is one of my personal favorites, and your words do him sweet justice. Profound and ageless, you speak of eternal things, with sighs and sacred sacrifice. xo

[Kenaz]

Thank you so much. It's a pleasure to even have my words compared to his.