Raven

The Moth Diaries, Poetry
2006-01-24 20:12:24 (UTC)

Poem 102- Empty Diamonds

That little cult virgin,
Walking down the black isle in the devils dress,
Painted eyes match painted tears.

She brings dagger and blood for the ritual
Of the night, crowds of watching eyes
Wait to see the virgin lift high and
Drive the blade deep inside the empty diamond,
Shells devoid of life, lead procession
After procession. All waiting to worship,
All waiting to die,
But wanting to fly.


© Lucy Griffin Jan06




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