In my nocturnal sojourns down by the sea,
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I move, eyes closed, but heart wide awake.
Clouds hover over, like dragons protecting a key,
And owls pray for my blind soul’s sake.
Clothed in white, but with naked stone feet
I float noiselessly by the sleeping shore.
Many would think me as an angel they might greet,
When in reality, I am (ashamedly) a transitory whore.
The waters shyly lick my salty skin,
Burning marks, like a rock being torched.
I try to erase my laughing stains of Sin,
And watch my white robes being silently scorched.
Suddenly, a blanket of fish swarm upon me
In a sparkling wave of life, diamond and wet.
And as the Darkness grows, I wretchedly see
How I have been caught in my own false life’s net….
Servitas a Periculum
Servatis a Maleficum