Visitations

Visitations

In some long enforced good-night
the darks cold lips kissed sacred ground,
unmoved the earth froze ghostly white

not able to recoil or speak she lay bereft and still,
while nature through that sunless night
bestowed ill deeds at will,

there too the pale daughter, enslaved and cruelly torn
accepted fate as if by rite,
and hushed her breath till dawn.

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