What melicious dark features-
Disguised as one of true sacred,
Flagrant sin from man,
Innocence purloin with no shame to face,
No face to blame, mercy-less although-
Overt act of robbery whos
Bitter distaste now lingers.
Such unforgiving sin which
No volume of soap could scour-
Nor length of time could cure.
But yet to come-
Through fields much higher,
A cloud of hope.
The burn of desire.
Place free of repentance and fire.