The pool of water reflects a beautiful image,
chaotic, yet oh so magnificent.
Streams of blood flow down from the blind,
but all seeing eyes.
The dead lies in shambles about her form,
some releasing their final breaths of self pity
Soul shattering, and earthquaking visions invoke,
provoke a feeling of helplessness.
Her words rip through the thin shields,
like a serrated knife ripping through a soft fabric
folding back a hole consumed by chaotic darkness
flowing out and touching the faint-hearted.
Every sin that this demon of beauty commits,
makes the water blacken with embers of her burned heart.
Blanketing a world full of happiness,
with false prophets,
Sealing the world in an eternal darkness,
that absorbs God's being,
leaving the world in hopeless despair.