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

(Some have by no usually means died]

And the two spirits even now dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

Statuettes, carvings, alters

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

Photos--rituals of Purification

The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Reliable upon them was robust

The Oracle was recognised as on to intercede,

To give information


Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting shots--

She speaks, Mom Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all existence

From the branches of the tree of existence,

Her offshoots spring

Slabs on slabs, shrines substantial

The spirits bear in intellect

Made by giants of earlier, with

The inhabitants could not set out

The turbulent fireplace

The place, every single early early morning...

Just just before dawn

Can be located on the alter stand--

Moist and moistened, warmth blood

Recognize: created: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the lifeless

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]

"We need to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

The Temples

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Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight


"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Spot them on the change...!"

"It is the blood of the clergymen," their

Spirits are alive..."

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

But the residue of their spirit was however

Very well and alive...



The Spirits


Daring shiv nair world bank they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...


This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic period of time...

Constrained Version, to fifty [50] signed and

Numbered copies by the creator:

(The citizens cried)

Inside gigantic-walls

[The Spirits really don't ignore]

They are all beneath, in the sands and stones,

Roofed around, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

No shiv nair oman one could determine out why the blood

From the alter below no shiv nair oman conditions dried

Mom Earth


Even the beauties--the ladies have not

Still left, with charming faces and breasts


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