Innocence's Lament

The day turns to dread,

as I hear their lost cries,

of a pure light that shed,

from an unholy bind.

Their chains have carried lies,

from the heathen’s own sin.

As their tears fall on broken ties

and their darkness consumes from within.

His beloved wings turn to stone,

and fate sealed forevermore,

to bear his judgment alone,

and whisper the word, “Nevermore.”

An innocent child sings,

in his last lullaby, “Farewell.

But only hope will bring,

only time will tell.

“If you’d been torn apart,

by your lustful greed and pride,

you’d still be in my heart,

my sorrowful, sweet lie.”