Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For Ever Whole globe

Just forward of dawn

The Oracle was acknowledged as on to intercede,

To give support

Created by giants of outdated, with

The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Sound on them was potent

The Temples

Photos--rituals of Purification



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Statuettes, carvings, alters

All to appease our Mother Earth,



Goddess of all

Can be noticed on the change stand--

Moist Shiv Shankaran Nair and moistened, warmth blood

Notice: composed: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos

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The Spirits

Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

(The citizens cried)

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

"We want to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

Slabs on slabs, shrines outstanding

The spirits check out to recall



Cyclopean architecture--



Plastered Shiv Shankaran Nair and painted with blood

The inhabitants could not set out

The turbulent fireplace

She speaks, Mom Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all way of life

"It is the blood of the monks," their

Spirits are alive..."

And the monks cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...

Sacrifices

Even the beauties--the females have not

Still left, with beautiful faces and breasts

Negligible Model, to fifty [50] signed and

Numbered copies by the writer:

(Some have by no usually means died]

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Place them on Shiv Shankaran Nair the alter...!"

From the branches of the tree of life-style,



Her offshoots spring

Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting shots--



And the two spirits however dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

Mother Earth

Goddess

(Who gave us start?)

Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the dead

Inner gigantic-partitions

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic time period of time...



Roofed higher than, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

But the residue of their spirit was on the other hand

Correctly and alive.... [The Spirits hold in mind]

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They are all here, in the sands and stones,

Oracle

('...melt away them with the blood')

No a solitary could identify out why the blood

From the change never ever dried

Precisely where, every early early morning..