Your Poetry Dot Com - The Bookkeeper

Cold damp and solid,
the stones inside the church,
the water runs over,
silent since the Birth.

A thief in the night,
in the cold,
wrapped in cloth,
looking to save
the world
with his breath
creeps,
walks around
disappears
in the dark.
Close your eyes
close them tight.
You are safe,
my girl.

And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.

A book of Latin,
Book of Angels,
Book of Wisdom,
Books of Sin,
Pray humility and wait
for secrecy within
Eraser-man is coming
and Eraser-man will win.
Everything got quiet
when I mentioned
Books of Sin.
One way’s God’s,
One is not
Which is which
though, friend?

And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.
And the ledger burns.

Eraser-man is coming
and Eraser-man will win.
Tell me now,
my children,
where your path will end.

This poem is Copyright ยฉ Butterat_Zool