Like a white cloth
In a hallowed hall
Laying across a sacred table
Untouched, even by objects of worship
Holy light silently watches through the window
Witness to your prayers or your sins
Appearances can be deceiving
Wolves like to hide in sheep's clothing
But footsteps tell you the truth
Their thumping echoing
In the rattling of your bones
Fear freezes you still
A sanctuary becomes a circle of hell
Bloodied weapons are dropped to the floor
Dirtied hands pull you in closer
Dilated eyes show the blood is on fire
They cling to you as if you were water
They can plunge themselves in
Wash until they are clean
Leaving the grime behind
Crystal clear lakes are poisoned
To milky, murky rivers
Sunlight refractions, make a morbid rainbow
With the bruised flesh, and blood - spilt
This marks you as mine
Smeared with a thumb, across your skin
The once white cloth
Is soiled beyond repair
No matter how much it is cleaned
Stains will always linger here
Long after they leave
Upon such a pristine sight
You feel the urge to desecrate it
To cover it in blood
Cover it in dirt
It's only beautiful if it's ruined
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