When the moon has set
And darkness is complete
That is when he will walk
From tree to tree
Following her light footsteps
Tracing her light scent
Hearing her light breath
Underneath the stain glass
She goes on her knees reverently
While the candles flicker and fade
A playful tragedy
Hiding his hungry eyes
Disguising his hungry steps
Masking his hungry self
In a dark corner
Where no one can see or hear
His hands take from her everything
Robbing her soft breath
Stealing her soft light
Thieving her soft life
Back in his warm bed
His eyes flutter shut
She is buried under the chapel steps
And his honour is still clean
Though he took her soft life
Silenced her light steps
Stole her soft light
Stopped her light breath
He did not take her virtue
And he never stained his own
Very Dark. Very Dark.
ReplyDeleteHaunting.
I see her in a candle glow.