Blessed be the Maiden

A poem about being healed by God and the angels.

Beyond the clouds,

 
Beyond the night


Like virgin snow


And burning bright

 

I know her - she is the dove


Her simple beating hearts a cure


Seems like the closest thing to love


There is an angel, of this I'm sure


Beyond a bloody hell that's pure.

She lifts me up
, her movements lithe


She hands me a cup
, into this she pours my life

"Drink it now, break free anew
,

Before the devil steals it away from you

Hurry now, before it’s late -


He’s coming now, he’s full of hate

 
Surely you must not want to lose


This newly woven path you choose

 
It curves and bows and loops and twists


There may never be another chance like this"

I drink it down


It fills me up, but will I drown?


It rinses out, it washes clean


But hold me now I’ve begun to bleed

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

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