Bequeathal

Divine at thine feet, living at thy behest,

Them within, the arcane prowess, love to bequest;

Shall live, to thy east, the rising, the longing,

Forsaken by the ages on the dial, denial of any belonging;

Come, come unto me, with redemption I stand,

In lieu of atonement, shall bequeath every living strand;

Die shan’t, die not at thy lament,

Die shall I, to that beckoning scent;

Come, come unto me, to the light we shall travel,

A promenade so prolix, laden within me some gravel;

When the Sun shall set, swaying to a Nocturne’s tune,

Overture, that harmony, to glory from a mere lune;

Come, come unto me, for this is the dusk of my sanity,

Bequeathal of nothing more, but my amity………