Exile Of God Poem by Maura Herboldsheimer

A lone outsider
An Exile of God
Revered by the sinners
Hold the saints in awe.

Flaming dark hair
A person to kill
Revered by the sinners
Send all saints chills.

Bottomless gray eyes
A person to weep
Revered by the sinners
A memory saints keep.

Translucent white skin
A ghost of the past
Revered by the sinners
Hold saints 'til the last.

A mysterious name
A person not known
Yet revered by the sinners
From the saints she had flown.

Naive of the evil
A person once good
Revered by the sinners
When saints no longer could.

Alone for awhile
A person of tears
Revered by the sinners
Born from saints out of fear.