She mourned the faith
Carved upon stone of
The saviors last breath
Alone dipped inside blood
Of dripping feat, fear
Filled the gut of her soul
Wanting to hold onto
A memory of innocence
Her wishes and dreams
Of a beautiful ending
Swept up in the storm
Leaving her empty of
certainty, like dust
Building only to be
Cleaned off when
It's cells disgust
Realists bitter eye
She flung it in the fire
She holds onto ashes
The last of her belief.