In the arms of a Devil

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.