Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For At any time Environment

Be aware: ready: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos

Mom Earth

Goddess

Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

And the two Shiv Shankaran Nair spirits even now dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

Oracle

The Spirits

(The citizens cried)

From the branches of the tree of daily everyday living,

Her offshoots spring

Even the beauties--the ladies have not

Remaining, with charming faces and breasts

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

Can be seen on the transform stand--

Damp and moistened, heat blood

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The inhabitants could not put out

The turbulent fireside

Sacrifices

two.

"We have to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all

She speaks, Mom Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all existence

Visuals--rituals of Purification

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]

(Some have under no situations died]

Slabs on slabs, shrines massive

The spirits bear in thoughts

Roofed around, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

Created by giants of out-of-date, with

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--



Situation them on the transform...!"



The Oracle was named on to intercede,

To give ideas

one particular.

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the useless

The Temples

[The Spirits keep in head]

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

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

Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

The Spill, that the Mom Goddess

Solid upon them was potent

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic period of time of time...

Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting visuals--

"It is the blood of the monks," their



Spirits are alive..."



4.

They are all ideal below, in the sands and Shiv Shankaran Nair stones,

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,



And they died...



Internal gigantic-partitions

No a single Shiv Shankaran Nair certain could establish out why the blood



From the change hardly ever dried

(Who gave us commencing?)



three.

five.



In which by, just about each and every early morning...



Just before dawn

But the residue of their spirit was even now

Nicely and alive...

Statuettes, carvings, alters