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Exuviated
The image of an angel girl
Walking through the rain
A broken fall from Heaven's hand
Drenched in mortal pain
The deepest secrets of the sea
Drown within her eyes
Her dams let loose the stinging salt,
Set free the crashing tides
The trees have lost their spirits now,
Soaked beneath her feet
And just as time, the seasons change
She's shed her sullen leaves
Cancer at cold fingertips,
The ash of burning Hell
She sucks in death and blows it back
The last of souls to sell
The sunlight fades behind her path
Her sins are washed away
Apostles gone, she walks alone
But she prefers this way
This is a beautiful ballad, although I am curious about the dedication in the authorial comment below the poem.
J-Called
My master
I was an apostle. And my master...probably could have ordered us all to drink poisoned kool-aid. Scary times.
"Every Saint Has a Past and Every Sinner Has a Future." ~Oscar Wilde
<3 M.M. Plagmann