Sharon Eliashar• Spring 2022
“With my sword of steel, I come to you 900 strong!”
Hand hewn stones are no match for chariots of bronze
And the clouds arise
Like my hand
on your shoulder
The sand.
“They worship me, in my youth I spared no one”
“Exploding steel in flesh, my greatest pleasure has begun”
And the rains fall
On the land
Like my raven hair
in your hand
She gathers myrrh, spikenard, hyssop and sage
She gathers in as the storm begins to rage
They slaughtered them, their blood spilled on the land
The mighty captain fled leaving corpses in the sand
In the desert
lies a tent
On a shoulder
of sand
She comes to you, white linen blouse barely sewn
She comforts you, as you are hunted by men of stone.
“If you pleasure me, I will let you in”
She lay down with him and drove a stake right through his head.
And the sands rose
And the sands fall down
And the sands rose
And the sands fall down, as the earth turns around
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©2022 SHARON ELIASHAR
Produced by Marc Mann and Sharon Eliashar
Recorded by Rich Mouser - The Mouse House
Mixed by Sharon Eliashar and Rich Mouser
Mastered by robert vosgien