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At the Altar
Let me kneel at the altar of your personage,
feel the presence of your beauty, know the power of your cruelty.
Let my lungs fill with terror projected toward the heavens, that falls in beams of love through colored pane.
Let me weep softly o'er intricate patterned stone,
that mingles in the shadows, that chills me to the bone.
Let me kneel at the altar of your personage,
wait for your light alone, and if light I shall not see, I'll leave my heart upon this stone.
u/KlorineCowboy — 1 day ago