She said it like a prayer,
Never so beautiful,
So wicked,
So hallowed.She said it like a cry,
A plea to the priest,
A call to the callused.
A hym that only he could answer, with lips and tongues and immortality thinly-veiled as piety.
And so he answered there, between her thighs
With reverence,
And hungry eyes.
And a vow to save her from these cries.But he is the God, the god who lies.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis