I am searching for a title for this poem. It is a philosophycal poem. The poem examins the station of Quddus one of the two witnesses mentioned in the Bible. It also examins cultural cleansing and the persecution that let to his death in fort Tabarsi. But most people outside of the Baha'i community read it as a vampire poem, which it is not.
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[color:"red"]A hundred and thirty-six
mirrors spin around me
like a hurricane.
What was a shadow to expect?
The reflection of its heart
in the hands of one whose brilliance
overflows existence?
How can he see mountains and hills and
stop to feast on their
beauty when all I see is a single
line, a strand of blood in the horizon -
isn't that what it should be?
The movement of a single point of light,
my love? I cry and despair with time!
It would have been better
for me to witness
three hundred and thirteen deaths
twice, for they would surely sensitize
my dullness. I mourn until
your sweet caresses make my
fangs shed.
Surely, a fang was left in shades of
purple moon, aflame,
while you lowered my body back into
its coffin - a heap of sand,
ready to sleep another hundred
years. Or wait until a drop
of human blood is felt.
Feast upon my ghostly lips--
murderess, stake thruster - too close
for your own good - come
to my rescue.
This is all I will forgive from you. [/color]
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