Jerome Brooke
High Priestess
Goddess of Jade, cruel Messenger of Death,
To you do we sing.
Your maiden keens the humble pleas of your city,
Offerings, she does bring.
Bali , Isle of the Lost, fair land of the Lady,
Remembers the Goddess.
Bali, of the Sea of Storms , dark with gales,
Sends your priestess.
Angel of Death, the High Priestess turns,
Wild in her dance;
Servant of the temple, covered in black robes,
Ruled only by the lance.
Jerome Brooke
Dancer of Luzon
Dancer, spinning in silk, turn to me,
I do burn.
Lady in black, Maid of Fire, burn me,
Come, return.
Spin, Daughter of Copper, all in rags,
Full of fire.
You are fair, I am old, you too must die,
You will tire.
Dancer, free as the tiger, show your claws,
Slay my torn heart.
Princes of the Waves, see my shriveled legs,
Kill with your art.
Maiden of Night, in dark silk, spin to me,
Prince of the Lie.
Come to me, Lady Mine, take my hand,
To my palace fly.
Jerome Brooke
Jerome Brooke was born in Evansville , Indiana . He now Live in Chonburi , Thailand.
He is retired attorney. He has written Our Lady of Silk and a number of other works.
His books are on Amazon, and other websites (Dark Sea of Sulu - Our Lady of Silk, and
so on). Searches under his name call up many other texts in online journals.