Woven Tears

January 5, 2005

his was a mortal stain
and she sold her soul
to save him
and they lived a moment
in a love-filled refrain
till the dark ones took her
from him

he was as death
all over again
and knew not the weaving
of her kin
and could never find
the cutting of the stain

she found her hell
and she screamed aloud
and her master laughed and crowed
she filled with a fury
even the master could not sow
and in a weaving
he was as a wraith
of fire-smoke in a hearth

she flew the walls
and stole the one for whom she’d fallen
and in a new heaven she made
they formed their own heart
of the tears’ voices they’d heard calling


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