I was Led by a barefoot bridegroom.
down his blistering road that was surrounded
by a chaotic solitude
and filled,
as he desired,
with a taunting air
that turned to dust the moment I tried to breathe it.
Which was every moment
that I withered away
in his wasteland.

The sun was replaced with a celestial serpent
who scorched and scathed me
as if to scorn for sins
that even He, himself
could scarcely hiss.

And the earth was ice red and blood cold
Covered in cracks that grappled at my knees
and every step I took they took their toll
Still though,I begged to fall into their disease.
But they didn't want me.

So I, rejected and wretched
followed the barefoot bridegroom
On his way to his lovers lair
Which was some place between
here and serpent-knows-where.

Then,
In the distance then I saw her.
His perfect bride
Sitting gleefully atop my perfect terror.
She giggled at the swaying of the noose
And at the emotionless expression
of her blue and ****** muse
She smiled as she swung
Through the air that would need no longer
turn to dust for the heroine that hung:
My mother.
The woman who birthed my wretched soul
The woman who built a cathedral out of coal
The woman who paid the ultimate price
Not in money or in jewels,
But in sacrifice.