So It Hopes

Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay

A lullaby for you.

A chant for the moon

to mask the eyes that loom.

A plea for you.

Flayed skin, torment within.

“Take the knife, prick its side!

Let it bleed for him to see!

God forgive you if you let it be!”

A tear for you.

The grief, it grows.

The moon heeded it not.

You died in its claws.

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