LORD OF THE MANOR

From the forest fringed in autumn,

Across the meadow, children green,

Over the merry brook,

Singing nursery rhymes,

Through the blooming roses

guarding the memories

of my narrow unclogged

boyhood lanes,

The cathedral squats.

Club in hand,

Snarling and demanding

More skulls to crush.

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