poet priest of nothing legend all and nothing yet to b Date: Friday, 6th March 2015 @ 02:08:43 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: alicewhite By the grace of god My house was built With a strong foundation Now under my feet Now I lay my head down there n sleep But I still hear the sound of bleeting sheep Sarah my summer solstice sister Born with blue blood the true royal descendant of legends Mystical magicical heir of fore gone witches and wizards living talisman alchemical gold seekers sought after pendant Born June 21st O neg blood Pure and clean' Do you know what I mean? Your our father once said to me I give to you what my ancesters gave to me The gift of sight so you can see What was n what is and still yet to be All of The things we are not meant to see Have you ever heard me sing? Well listen to me now I'm giving it back to you Sarah what did you inherit? You never falter As you said You come from Adam and Eve But I call upon you now from my newly built house Cause I know that you hold the white rabbit And magic up your sleeve This poem is Copyright © alicewhite Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=180717