The Altar
The Altar
And no wish could safely save her,
Within the walls of chiseled stone,
The masses of shameless soul search
That appointed lives condone.
And no love would wander closely,
The iron spikes were painted black,
However brilliant came the mindsets
That sorrowed for attack.
And no tear might dare to lift it,
The salts and sands chimed twice with pace,
Despite notes of seasoned ginger
That delivered free of chase.
And no warmth dared to deliver,
It crept slow with echoing steps,
Allowed presence at the altar
That stolen poets pens had kept.
And her lonely courage challenged,
With white sunbeams upon her cheek,
Flowing cotton over skin folds
That found a single voice to speak.
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