Sunday 25 September 2016

Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For At any time Planet

Just in progress of dawn. Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]



And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...

"We require to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

Even the beauties--the women of all ages have not





Remaining, with quite faces and breasts

Mom Earth

Goddess

[The Spirits test to recall]

"It is the blood of the monks," their

Spirits are alive..."

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Place them on the change...!"



And the two spirits yet dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

Can be noticed on the change stand--

Soaked and moistened, warm blood



Images--rituals of Purification

Slabs on slabs, shrines high

The spirits check http://www.captain-ga.com/displayimage.php?pid=1451 href="https://www.pinterest.com/pin/480618591461276292/">https://www.pinterest.com/pin/480618591461276292/ out to keep in mind

They are all under, in the sands and stones,

Created by giants of former, with



1.

The Oracle was referred to as on to intercede,

To give guidance

Oracle

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic period of time...

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the worthless

From the branches of the tree of life time,

Her offshoots spring



The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Reliable on them was sturdy

4.

She speaks, Mom Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all life time

(Who gave us supply?)

Roofed far more than, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

Inner gigantic-partitions

Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting visuals--

(Some have underneath no conditions died]



Statuettes, carvings, alters

Sacrifices

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all

two.

Discover: prepared: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos

The inhabitants couldn't set out



The turbulent hearth

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

(The citizens cried)



The Temples

5.

Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

3.

Confined Edition, to fifty [fifty] signed and

Numbered copies by the writer:

No a particular person could determine out why the blood

From the adjust in no way at any time dried

But the residue of their spirit was http://andrea5lang15.postbit.com/shiv-shankaran-nair-how-to-make-certain-you-have-enough-saved-for-wellness-treatment-for-the-duration-of-retirement.html even now

Properly and alive...

('...soften absent them with the blood')

The Spirits

Anywhere, each early early morning..

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