As scarlet velvet flood from the river’s mouth
borne from the penetrating cutting edge,
the silent prayer filled by penance and
fueled by guilt goes up to meet this death
The impure virgin lies waiting peacefully with
the windows of light given up.
Closure comes by way of a pitch darkness…
She surrenders the body – an endless fall.
Her savior comes from light to purify
The fallen angel lies in the arms of light.
Picked up in white garment, flying away
in these arms, taken from the her weakness that feeds her.
– March/April 2005
© catterflyworx
Image: Section from Red Angel Wallpaper
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