Scent of Pray...

These dark stains by rivers lie.
For sight of blindness sleep.
As candles wick dim by sand.
And shadows walls they creep.


From shrugged thy head lay in rest.
Doth whispered morrows ever fade.
To bring thy lips to devastation.
And envelope doom with one kiss.

These shallow beds by morning star.
In fields of blight rolled cheeks beset.
For oft digress thy sin He sees.
& watch with loved eyes hatred filled.


Unto this heart, shall it breathe & beat
The heat & love of Judecca