You blinded my
insight with the plot
that yielded my
passion’s recesses.
You gagged my
mouth as you poured
the essence of
my deliverance. In
darkness and in
flames, you scorched
my holiness. You bound my blessing with a sacred rope – stained
of lashes and devotion scorned. You preyed on my downfall with
a kiss. Your touch pierced me ; by the crown it bled me. My
wisdom ridiculed by the crown you tucked. One to thirty,
the silver shimmered back.
You let me soar,
spin in space.
Like Lestat and
Akasha in perfect
grace. Was I motionless,
nearly dead, mourning
over your kind’s death.
Blood per blood,
stone upon stone –
Your mockery killed
the world’s existence.
Bless you so much, Judas. You knew.
Thank you, Conger Design, for the featured image.