"revenge"

If you had to tell,
you would bring yourself,
a different heresy in which you fell.

I have to feel for your sake,
as you sell yourself for me,
in which I take.

You dissolve your shreds of the wish,
of what you've become,
forgiven anyway,
and it's what you fear,
in an inner power,
that runs in which you hear.

If you see the reasons why?
Why do you ask?
For it is alas,
is a demeaning question,
you ask in the mirror.

For it is I,
a flowing reason to be,
in the offering lore.

To pick a reference in a world of hate,
shall bring a resolve,
to split the difference,
in thy hand.

She has protected me through all the srife,
of a child in revenge of his fate,
scarred from birth,
for an angel sent,
on forgotten wings,
of a goddess,
flowing white,
draped in sheets,
of white linen,
tales to tell,
to finish a sentence.