Death Deserved

by Renegade Angel   Jul 3, 2013


Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened chamber as I kneel,
always supplicating, always silent,
frozen here,
waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
searing my naked soul.

Pain on my face.

I raise my head, now railing against
this callous truth.

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