Chasms ( part II )

She’s seeking the light in her bright darkness,
The commotion of her eyes
Deafening now,
Seemed still so empty,
Tears black in the ebony night…
Who’s to see?
Whispers held her back once,
Songs spitting the mourn,
Hard covers nourished still the soul…
She said “Let me go…”
Spring for the offspring,
And a place among the ashes
Of the cold
For her,
For the fear
Or the tears now she deny…
Beseeched wrath…dreaded conscience,
Life in the shadows of the old,
Reinstated stereotype paid eventide,
A thousand of Lucifers barter with pride.
Orchestrated in the cacophony
Of sacred sins,
Her forbidden dreams she never cried;
Plagued the night she blossomed,
Where’d she go never to return,
In the hands of many,
Gruesome seconds building decades of lust,
Where she is now is forever to last…….