The mirror reflects a physique

cloaked.

Vision hazed, holy oil soaked.

Masked in champagne, her smile is faint.

Eyes kohled, a black shadowed taint.

Delicate frame, her little pink toes to

fame.

A quicksand of bliss, herself to blame.

Mummy had said no, but Jesus said

yes.

Silent footsteps of fatal posses.

Lips dried and cracked, no water nor

thirst.

It matters not, a fallen cross curse.

You question truth, vague answers are

blind.

At day's end, you call His name from doors behind.

A rapture unnoticed, His skies now

pink.

Colors remorse dawn, do not blink.

Run or stay, in whose name will you

pray?

green grass burnt, your beliefs now frayed.

Truth compels you, at the end of the

day.

No one survives, you have no say.