Scimitar In The Stall Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The fever on the wall
the scimitar in the stall
of a Figure black
a hag bent
that the scientist who lit
the fire of Immortality
fanned it not more
fanned it not more
Hear! the loud bell
ringing.

It be noon.
But it be midnight the
sweeter.
There's thrill in the
bones.
Louder! Louder!
la, la, la, la, la.

From the stars' burning fire
today there grew sparks of ire
that fell on the sleeping Earth
and there remained
till Dawn to day gave birth.
Look! how lovely Dawn
in her labor pains is she.
Look! Look! Look!