Goliath, Pieta

Author's Notes: Weeelll, I recently went on a little ... excursion to Italy and fell in love. (With sculpture, that is. Not anything with any other worthwhile qualities, like, say, a pulse.)

Anyhoo, due to this little affair, I tried my little fingers at a bit of inspired poetry. We'll see how it turned out. :)

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Goliath
The blow – swift
The pain – sharp
The last, most quiet breeze
That he will ever feel.

He is undone.
A monster among men,
And yet a man himself –
There is no love left for the wicked.

A stone!
A stone has been his end!

And this, his foe’s warmth –
O, beloved stone –
Fading from its course surface
Come now, sword!
Be swift, dear blazing metal!

Serve your master one last time.

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Pietà
Her baby on her lap –
And God is man and man is God
(O man, her child, her son)
Holes in his hands to match the holes in her heart.
Her baby, her baby on her lap –
And she is saved.
And he? Her baby boy?
He has fallen to the shadows.
Condemned by those he refused to condemn.
But what is love, without this sorrow?
She has known since the beginning.
He was not hers to keep.
But only hers to lose.