-Max Gottke
Avaunt! Be gone! So my eyes won't see,
You, and yours, what you've done to me!
I can see no longer, there is permanent shade,
Darkness, my soul, it ebbs and pervades!
But light comes in, tiny, hopeful and free
Shall I call it Your Majesty?
What say of God? Of Freedom? Of Hell?
We hear of these things and know them well,
So am I mad to claim this thing new?
This light, I'll call Love, and I'll give it to you.
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