| He hung holy-like, blessed yet evil. Ancient carcass of divine physical weakness. Pray, preach, trespass promises, he clenches his flesh. Evening falls, he, whose bloody body is his cathedral, drinks arrogantly from his courage. Life burns at his breast, filth and glory as sweet as nectar they throb like a sin, and beauty is but a luscious mystery. Infinite crimson skies threaten to leak, and he's no more. Sanctimonious yet quite naive, he has disappeared into the sunrise. |
| Darkness |