by Richard Clark
Slender beams of moonlight
Enter
This darkened chamber as I
Kneel,
Always cold, always alone,
Frozen here,
Waiting.
Haloed forms wrought in panes
Of glass look as
Dust dances in the air,
Forming an image in my mind,
Searing my secret soul.
Blood on an angel's face.
I raise my head, now kneeling
Before
This impassive mortality.
Slender beams of moonlight
Enter
This darkened chamber as I
Kneel,
Always cold, always alone,
Frozen here,
Waiting.
Haloed forms wrought in panes
Of glass look as
Dust dances in the air,
Forming an image in my mind,
Searing my secret soul.
Blood on an angel's face.
I raise my head, now kneeling
Before
This impassive mortality.
