I did an inquiry of them--
my words were found heretical,
and they ought indeed, be bound,
my journeys to be
burned at dawn,
along with thought
those children born
of my demonic dalliance
that which took up residence:
my mind, mine heart, my very skin
is forever scarred by sin;

this pestilence,
I missed the mark
condemned to bear the weight

(repent!)

this language, once so elegant.
desecrated by mere whim:
The raging beasts that stood within
the temple built by sharper pens
is but a folly of time spent
scratching lines to mark the days
in the tower where I played,
pretending I was to be wed
denying that I'm filled with dread

as I await the sun, the stake,
two stones shall ignite the blaze

ashes chant no eulogy:

"serenity"

at last.