self-salvation (Rondeau)

by Michael   Apr 5, 2022



My halo falls, and crashes down,
so am i now, a foolish clown?
The wings i used, are broken too
but now i have a clearer view.
I leave the one, that wears a crown.

..of course its said, “he’s broken down”
but swim i shall, or sink and drown.
If this my fate; then this i’ll do.

. . . .my halo falls

Alone i’ll walk, this ghostly town
without a white-laced, feathered gown.
The lies will wane, and truths will brew
and i will blend, in life that’s true.
I’ll leave behind the foolish clown

. . .my halo falls.

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