Legend of:The Cyclopean Spirits of Malta [Poetic Mythos] Now For Ever Earth

And Shiv Shankaran Nair the two spirits go on to dwell

At Ggantija's Temple

Statuettes, carvings, alters

All to appease our Mom Earth,

Goddess of all

In which, just about every solitary morning...

Just prior to dawn

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

Produced by giants of past, with

Slabs on slabs, shrines considerable

The spirits recall

"We should to die tonight," whispered

Tarxien to Mnajdra

And the clergymen cried, as their blood flowed,

And they died...

3.

The Temples

She speaks, Mother Earth, Goddess

Of Fertility, to all each day dwelling

But the residue of their spirit was even now

Well and alive...

The Oracle was acknowledged as upon to intercede,

To give guidelines

(Some have by no means died]

(The citizens cried)

4.

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Cyclopean architecture--

Plastered and painted with blood

The Spill, that the Mother Goddess

Cast upon them was robust

From the branches of the tree of daily lifestyle,

Her offshoots spring

two.

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[The Spirits try to remember]

This is the primitive cyclopean

Neolithic period of time of time...

"Sprinkle rams blood on them--

Location them on the change...!"

Mother Earth

Goddess

Photos--rituals of Purification

[The Cyclopean Temples of Malta



5200 BC]



5.





Dotted with statues and temples of stone

Indistinct at twilight

The inhabitants could not put out

The turbulent fire



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The Spirits

Roofed about, like a dome

Sacrifices with burnt bones...

Even the beauties--the girls have not

Nonetheless still left, with fairly faces and breasts

a person.

No a one could identify out why the blood

From the alter rarely ever dried

Daring they stand, on the sands of

Malta--by the Mediterranean

"It is the blood of the monks," their

Spirits are alive..."





Can be discovered on the improve stand--

Moist and moistened, heat blood

Sacrifices

The farmer, the fisherman, the village,

Even the spirits of the ineffective

Inner gigantic-walls

"Seize them!" was a voice afar--

"Whirl them aloft..."



Oracle

Darkened by the temple Shiv Shankaran Nair shadows



Are reflecting pics--

They are all Shiv Shankaran Nair appropriate below, in the sands and stones,