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Only the Altar

All else was ash

By Thomas SpeerPublished 11 months ago 1 min read

I walk these halls now by myself

The smoke has settled with the sun

But a lantern flickers on the shelf

I cannot speak for my own health

I couldn’t see, I didn’t run

I walk these halls now by myself.

Brave men have come into my cell

But they couldn’t hear me come undone

And a lantern flickers on the shelf

I feel the house is cold, myself

Although the flames have overrun

I walk these halls now by myself

In the end none of my wealth

Could spare a thing once fate had spun

Though a lantern flickers on the shelf

Each day I grow more blind and deaf

My ashen body in the sun

I cannot stay here by myself

I miss the lantern on the shelf

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Thomas Speer

I'm a God-fearing tumbleweed of a man, a gentle husband, loving foster parent, screwed up past and amazingly ordained future serving the Lord and expressing his revelation in my writing. Don't expect the dry and sanctimonious, though.

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    Written by Thomas Speer