Alfred W. Kukitz

OATH OF HORATTI

I pierced the black violent veil of my soul. And the self-proclaimed fool raised his right hand and sang the Oath of Horatti and the blood oozed vehemence for the deaths of Nam. In the long silences, before a hundred years of the muse, I reaffirm my oath to the fallen: God rattles my soul with fear that I may know His grace.