It was within the dark blanket of night
Where I lay my thoughts,
Unfathomable like needles driven deep inside.
Inside the blackness of despair,
The closed eyes blocking thoughts of passion
From breaking through like hideous light.
What were these thoughts,
So plaguing like a shade’s song coursing its way
Through the darkness of my mind?
The rhythmic bliss of contact
Melding two into one form too early
Bringing forth an eternal spot.
These tears I cry for you dear child,
These tears staining clothes, face, and soul.
Let Vestal’s purity once again touch your heart,
Your body, your soul, awaking
True form, God’s original masterpiece,
Blameless, clean, and mild.
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