By C. J. Jagger
In the dark hours of torn wings
Your feathers fall
I’ll meet you there
A broken voice calls
Shame upon thy name
And angels stare
In disbelief as lilies flower
Unholy earth turned bitter sour
We blaspheme
Still, little can be done
With aching bones and heaving lungs
Blood runs down my throat
Take me with you
I won’t cry wolf by full moon
Shan’t howl in truth of day’s break
Promise on God's sake
You won't hurt me again
But you can’t
Then silly little Death
Comes knocking
With shaking legs
Don’t plague me
Don’t plague me