Âme de Boue

You were slumped down à genoux
Adorer le veau d’or à huis clos
The price came à grand frais
As you gave in to it, all the more

I found you weeping al fresco
And I came to you à bras ouverts
May we serve in heaven
But may we reign in hell

You cleverly slipped away
Absconded distantly and far
Dressed yourself in shadows and veils
Took willingly of the mark

You fell out of grasps
Descended from grace
Bit from the apple
Burnt in the flames

You fought for something standing
As the truth did fade
Gently
And then in waves