Serenade Of Shadows: Profane Prayer

Serenade Of Shadows: Profane Prayer





Shadows slither
past unseeing eyes
as night draws near,
yet no one hears
her deadly cries

of sorrow; corrodes
the weeping heart.
Rusty dagger withdrawn,
the hand unseen,
she retreats with keen.

The house of god,
the host to death,
of its former master,
that filthy Wretch,
a grand priestess.

[pause]

The ghosts of mind
played devils games
on faiths corrupting Kind.
The heretic,
a lack of Faith.

A world envisioned for men,
where no women see
Amen




As a comment, please, try and read this and interpret it as deeply as possible, because it is riddled with a lot of underlying messages and meaning that took me ages to put in to it. Thanks =]

I hope you enjoy this poem =D