Crucifix Poem by Agatha Eliza

this temple of my being is larger than you think
its ivory columns are taller than the cathedral
the starry vault stops under crimson horizon,
just look, my altar is an enigmatic thorn
speared in the fiery robe of darkness
but when you steped in, it became
a lonesome and cold space,
for a frantic minute..
then it ceased,
forever!

now it is just ash that has left of them..dreams!
unwillingly, I had slaughtered the silent angel.
through rain, I picked up the shattered wings
from hidden corners of the forsaken ruins,
of the heart, which is damned to die
when, murmured in a sacred voice
a pain, which allows not
the stygmatized..
the mortal,
to love!