Sarah never realized
the souls she tried to save
were pieces of her own
that were stole away
Seeking refuge from her slumber
she danced naked through her dreams
and woke up to a nightmare
in a place she’d never been

On the edge of disillusion,
inside the darkest realm,
she reached for fate
to free the weight
that held her in its spell

Those who looked upon her
were blinded by it all
Caught up in their own image
never thinking they would fall
For the songs that they were hearing
were all inside their minds
Self-righteous in a sickness
that had turned them blind

Through arid shifting hues
of an early golden sky,
upon the ground
their shadow’s sound
was much louder than her cry

The world that she did live in
of loving smiles and light,
reflected clouded colours
and her day
soon turned to night
For those who looked upon her
were like maggots who did feed
with psychotic desperation
and masks of twisted need

Proclaiming faith, they raised their shields
toward the sun that left them cold
Sheltered by the ignorance
of much less nurtured souls

Those who stood beside her
were muted and not heard
stripped of respect
with no regret
for open honest words

Sarah was once trusting
Love was all she gave
Now the maggots
whither in her truth
and she’ll dance
upon their graves
 

Edwin Dante Larson (c)2007