Raven's Bite

As he towers above raining carnal grace,
You are offered to Heaven in tainted taste,
Amidst hymns of desire, a cry rings sharp,
Beauty is shattered by a visceral harp.

Angelic you see and divine you hear,
A fallen voice speaks soft and clear,
Whispers of Memory, Time, and Love,
Flooding a dream, a curse from above.

In innocent days and sinful nights,
When war and woe consumed your sight,
A light shown bright high above the mire,
Enchanted by hope you fell for that Fire.

Tongues of flame sing shards of lies,
A frozen kiss betrays and thrice denies
The paradise built on Hope’s false stone,
Buried in ash, left marked and alone.

Condemned to walk the hollow road of hate,
I shiver through time, to sigh and desecrate,
To suffer and save as the Word once stood,
Pure flesh stains the sacred water into blood.

The walls have crashed, the temple plundered,
My sacrifice refused, and faith torn asunder,
As rage resurrects the shining One’s sin,
My fate cast in lots, an inferno within.

Look up from laments, ignore their despair,
Hold fast to the chosen, in victorious care,
Listen close for the ring of the trumpeting call,
Delight in the Forgotten, the Mother of all.