Pax Vobiscum

TOUCHED BY THE VOICE OF NIGHT;

TO WINK AND MISS THE LIGHT,

TO STALK THE HIND IN FLIGHT . . .

A SONG OF VENISON.

THE SUN TO SEAR AND BURN;

A SHADOW;

TACITURN,

AND NEVERMORE TO TURN . . .

NOW WILD'S OWN DENIZEN.

THE HEARTS NO MORE TO PLEAD;

AT LAST AND LEAST AM FREED,

MY EPITAPH TO READ . . .

'FOR YOU, PAX VOBISCUM'.

 

i had troubles understanding the diction i wont lie, so the poem did not impact me. *feels ignorant*

 

Thanks for the read.