White lace draping her crow like crown.
Will the veil mar the face of selected oath?
Heels softly clack on the pearlescent floor.
Magnetism pulls her toward the west door.
Afterlife bleeds through stained glass.
What awaits her punishment?
What awaits her punishment?
He’s coming in.
It’s coming in.
A glass-like stare-
Not even a lamb can mimic such innocence.
Echoing steps soften when it nears,
but he lingers.
It shadows.
His haunt, cursing you infinitely.
Her commandment-
Buries her,
And she is punished, by love.
She is punished, by love.
And there is nowhere she can fly.
The dove follows the crow through the sky.