Guilt Poem by Vester Crowley Ix

When I breathed my life
In my veins I felt a knife
Thus the flock all lied
When I was a child
I did like ever child
To the man in the slaughter
I was a daughter
His glare haunted me
In nights it taunted me
Thus I vowed vengeance
In it I craved innocence
With every deed I did wrong
I always sang a song
Of evil brilliance
And childish resonance
Yet the people were the same
They always knelt before my game
The crimson in my hands
Made the sands
In my clocks
Changed my works
When I sensed atonement
Thus came judgment
That it's sound
That to death I was bound
At the guillotine I saw a gate
There lay my bare fate
Stood open with its light inside
Now I felt my pride
There were no leads on my thread
Thus it ended my dread