Fragile emits of moonlight invade
this overshadowed room as I kneel,
always a slave,
always somber,
frozen here,
waiting.

Accusations taunting
from rot in panes of tainted glass,
looming as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in minds eye,
penetrating my naked flesh.
A reflection on humanity's face.
I raise my head proclaiming rights
to this oblivious salvation...