Long flowing hair hid beneath a veil,
Curly lashes surrounding large almond eyes always down cast,
Too used to the strict rules of her world.
A faint sway of hips, concealed in a flowing skirt,
A sudden gust of wind reveals a leg carefully sheathed
All this too much for for an evil heart.
Soft lips always whispering a prayer,
Tapered fingers always counting the prayer beads.
All these too tempting for a dark soul.
A soul darker than a starless sky in the night.
A heart that has no respect for the holy.
Quietly following her steps in secret,
Laying a trap and pouncing
Her kicks and screams are no match
To this heartless beast.
Tears and anguished cries
Only propel him to higher heights
For the lost soul, a fantasy has been fulfilled.
The soiling of the holy.
Temple now soiled,
Going back to the only life known,
Is now a mountain too step to climb over,
Towering and menacing,
Threatening to fall
A deed was done,
That can never be undone
Where was God in all this?
A question asked by a tortured soul that was once gentle
Now languishing in hidden pain and misery.
To tell or not to tell?
The consequences of either,
Too dire to imagine.
A pure soul soiled
By a devil in the form of a man.
Who will save either?
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