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Imprisoned

Slender beams of moonlight enter

this darkned prison as I kneel,

always despariring, always a slave,

frozen here,

waiting.

Angelic forms wrought in panes of glass loom as

dust dances in the air,

forming an image in my mind,

penetrating my naked soul.

Blood on an angel's face.

I raise my head, now kneeling before

this impassive darkness.