She hums to herself as makes her way to the alter
Cloaked in grey with trembling hands she approaches
With out looking at the Father, she speaks...
10 pieces of silver to atone for my sins
a gold coin for every death delivered by my hand
1 red ruby for the blood shed for me
and the feather of a dove...
In hope that Peace will soon find me.
JLCL
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
She hums to herself as makes her way to the alter
Cloaked in grey with trembling hands she approaches
With out looking at the Father, she speaks...
10 pieces of silver to atone for my sins
a gold coin for every death delivered by my hand
1 red ruby for the blood shed for me
and the feather of a dove...
In hope that Peace will soon find me.
JLCL
I've written a lot of poems, quotes, and scratched out thoughts on paper; but never shared. A part of me...apart of you...is always lost when we write.
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