Throes of Atonement

On the riverbank, she stood there motionless

And looked at her, malicious devilish

The Queen of gloat, her beauty she won’t mourn

Dissident, she stood there sacrosanct

A spouse of Christ, saint untouchable

And she despised the brightness of her mind

A jig of misery, the ballet of the fallen

A sad sad song, untuned and lorn blown out by the wind

For all the harm you’ve done

Now penance has begun

Betrayers, deceivers

Rats and unbelievers

I stare into their eyes

Fragments before she died

Just craving for some help

Throes of atonement

A rivalry, adolescent jealousy

Burning deep, reducing in cinder and flames

The beliefs of a childhood’s tail

An unclean creature, Chimera of the Old One

Preacher, impure and servant of heathenry

She deserves her destiny

A jig of misery, the ballet of the fallen

A sad sad song, untuned and lorn blown out by the wind

For all the harm you’ve done

Now penance has begun

Betrayers, deceivers

Rats and unbelievers

I stare into their eyes

Fragments before she died

Just craving for some help

Throes of atonement