Slender beams of moonlight enter
this darkened hall as I kneel,
always alone, always fearful,
frozen here,
waiting.
Accusing forms wrought in panes of glass loom as
dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind,
reaving my darkened flesh.
Pain on an angel's face.
I raise my head, now crying out for
this uncaring darkness.
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Submission Name: Losing Faith
