Faith is a greedy bitch
Tall, towering over
Such hunched figures
Like kindness, reason
Who scatter when her
Icy breath burns their eyes
Sick symphonies in your
Ears sound sweet
Believe.
Her icy hands guide
Your mind
Talons tugging to tell
What she sees in her
Swamp fire eyes
Truth
She shows, holds
Five figures, five fingers
In your face
Facing what was taken
Never retreived
Sickly she smiles, speaks
Blinded by the brightness
You agree.
Blink
The transformation
Her ashy hair has fallen to fur
Black claws clipped
With the blood of the believers
Lounging with the life
You'll never have
She stalks
Pacing the streets of your
Secret society
Preying on people you love
Poison perfume wafts
Into your dreams
Tinged black
She sees with blind eyes
Show you the way
Tigress bites the ballon of your hope
You agree.
Blink
The transformation
Fur fly, fangs remain
Ashen to black
Ever pale
Hand on your shoulder
Hot as hell
Freezes, weaves a spell
Weary now you watch
You see the song she sang
Shatters the lies you knew
Her truth remains
A sharp kiss tinged
With bitterness
The night unrolls
She leaves you with your belief.
- Holly Schafer
