CHAINS OF GOLD

The watchers stood and gathered

Weaving crimson rings of flowers

The circles kept the hours

And held her soul complete

They fastened chains of gold

To hold her to this world

They cursed the drowning god

And threw roses to the sea

There are devils on each side of her

And angels, by them, stand

She drinks the sacred poison

And drifts to foreign lands

She reaches through the glass

Collecting yellow flowers

She weaves them into chains of gold

As the sun collects the hours

She ties the chains to heaven

To hold her soul complete

She offers perfect circles

To the golden god of peace.