SACRIFICED
and you, you alone in all things
the castle towers
the priest condemns
a bastard a coward
you drown in your sins
all night you lie and pray you'll cry
but your well's run dry and this night's not for weeping
please be not afraid of the beast that is sleeping
his snowy wings stolen but
you sense he is wise with
his haloed eyes
christened in bile
he knows of your love unnatural
of those demons that once claimed you
of this curse bestowed upon you and you alone
and you, forsaken in all things
forsaken flesh and skin and bone.
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rigor mortis
Poetry"a summer calm laid its soothing hand over everything, like death." - sylvia plath © dreamsuckle 2021
