Dragging a long red robe
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| Angelo Madrid |
drowning in days of blood.
Ages ago she died.
A prisoner of time
revelled in distant stars.
Falling back
through my arms.
Travelling time
Cycles of death, rising.
Thousands screamed the message.
Plagues of rats
crawled across the landscape.
Be warned, there was no faith.
Blue light tortures
the dead.
Temptations promised
like soft necks.
Drums, tapping
signalling to the suffering.
Death marches closer.
Promised, imprisoned
in the sunlight.
The single living soul
suicides.
There are bodies
there is disease
that drinks the soul.
Two thousand years before
she died
In a river that flowed
of heart break.
Two thousand years after
time and whispers
tempt the mortal.
Still, she waits to be touched.
Rob Kennedy
