She looked out her window one night
Into the t e m p e s t u o u s clouds that hung overhead.
She felt a trickle, a droplet of rain on her cheek.
Maybe this was God’s tears and
He was trying to P u r i f y
The evil of mankind.
~*~*~
She had a dream that night.
She had been dining with the deities
And a chorus of angels strung at their harps
While a feast had been laid on the table.
The dishes was numerous and it looked appetising -
Yet it was t a s t e l e s s.
And she remembered how she took a sip of the red wine
And wondered why it tasted like
b l o o d.
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Domesticated Angel
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