Please You
The forest holds secrets inside
Joyous circles of prayers spoken out
Beckoned her from a haunting song
“Come closer we will please you.
Wet your lips with the purest of wines
Rid these mournful cries.”
Her eyes sparkle in and out of the moonlight.
She harks:
“This corrupt nature is lost from grace!
The Devil is in your face!
Adam’s sin imputed in me
Our only savior, Christ! Jesus! Protect me!”
Her glance follows none but the devil himself
She has not the blink of an eye
Confessions spoken in tongue to the Lord
Bewitched is her soul as she rises to the sky
“Purify thyself with the blood of Thy son.”
“Finish soon the days of misery
As we sleep our spirit slips away
Dancing naked with the devil in ecstasy.”
Bent unto sin and that continually
The young woman broke out in cheer
Discarding every last piece of her shift.
Surrounded by the grotesque, the cripples and queers.
Misshapen by the agony of life.
She harks:
“Come closer we will please you
Wet your lips with the purest of wines.”
