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

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And Shiv Shankaran Nair they died...

She speaks, Mother Shiv Shankaran Nair Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all way of living



Statuettes, carvings, alters

Daring they stand, on the sands of



Malta--by the Mediterranean

From the branches of the tree of existence,

Her offshoots spring

Established by giants of out-of-date, with

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta

5200 BC]



two.

Observe: revealed: in January and revised in February of 2005 Poetic Mythos

The Oracle was known as upon to intercede,

To give guidelines

The Temples

(Some have in no way died]

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

But the residue of their spirit was however

Properly and alive...

The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Cast on them was good



Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

Oracle

The Spirits

No a one could figure out why the blood

From the improve below no conditions dried

And the two spirits having said that dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

three.

Confined Version, to fifty [fifty] signed and



Numbered copies by the creator:

(Who gave us starting?)

Can be observed on the change stand--

Moist and moistened, warm blood

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic interval...

Roofed about, like a Shiv Shankaran Nair dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

(The citizens cried)



"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the useless

"It is the blood of the monks," their

Spirits are alive..."

four.





one.

[The Spirits test to keep in mind]

Slabs on slabs, shrines excellent

The spirits remember

They are all under, in the sands and stones,

five.

Darkened by the temple shadows

Are reflecting photos--

"We will have to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra



Exactly wherever, each and every early morning...

Just prior to dawn

Sacrifices

Pictures--rituals of Purification



Inner gigantic-partitions

The inhabitants could not set out

The turbulent hearth

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Put them on the change...!"

Even the beauties--the females have not

Left, with wonderful faces and breasts

Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

Mom Earth

Goddess