Harlot Cross

The one poem of written that I can say I'm actually happy with.

She rose from ashes, we took her down again in flame

Burning embers of past souls, wasted away then devoured

By pitiful southern shores of a now useless ocean,

And there floats the countless heads of all who swam, ignoring her pain



We watched it all, slowly burning away

The sun fell from, and we felt her bodies warmth grow

Watching the glow her suffering sustained



When time did collapse upon itself?

You were destined to become a perpetual state of destruction

So now you rest, breathless, cleansed by natures purifying tongue

In order to contain the disease



We watched it all burn, we watched all of you burn away

The sun fell and we breathed in her airborne ashes

That ancient coil has been unraveled

Releasing your pain