A woman condemned
Still in the hope she
Will be free to transcend?
Seeking absolution for a mistaken sin
Not wired to perfection
Like her electric violin
Her window no longer closed
To those whom oppose
The many that were conceived
To walk her isolated path
The path behind the timeless vail
Under the gaze of
the waxing crescent
Spirited away by dark undulations
That penetrates without consent
Into her skin
That is not her own
Archontic grip, holding sway
Her soul blisters
And will ultimately flay
Dark machinations
Converge and conspire
But fails in their pursuit
To piss on her fire
Sacred spark they cannot invade
Still she falls victim
To the Albigensian crusade.
