Bled For She

 

 

 

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He bled for She
A river red to quench her thirst
Undress a curse that haunted her for centuries
To lend her strength through ventured pain
Lead her to the special place
Dreams had led a steeplechase
Fed by fears of tears erased
Not a soul had seen her weep
But one angel feared to tread
Upon the rose red river bed
Reflected in her heaven scented eyes
These eyes devout to seeking out the answer to the secret of the ages
Peeking through the blinds
Between the lines
Beneath the faces of those skull fucked by the faithless
Midst perpetuating death knell chime
Her symphony divine comprised the ebbs and flows of endless space and time
He bled for She
A river red to quench her thirst undying

 

Justified in every tear his body wept for She
A river red to make address
Confess a love that He had waited patiently for centuries to wake from ageless slumber
Archaic his athirst to slake
For He too bore the curse of slighted faith
He too wore the drown of sorrow
Blight had torn foresight asunder
Tied the binds of scorn and plunder
Blinded eyes once wide with wonder
Left them undefined, maligned and hollow
Underlying doubt had plagued devout once famed and testified
He bled for She
To rectify a lifetime of denial
Every tear he wept for She
Led destiny’s reprisal

 

His dividends
Her imminent arrival
He bled for She
In testament unrivaled
Yea, He had walked through the valley of shadows
Been hung, drawn and quartered
By those with eyes narrowed
Fought tooth and bone for the throne of his Queen
Decked it in ivy which crept as She slept
To chaperone wake from this dream
Peeking through the blinds
Between the lines
Beneath the veil of every trail of whispered breeze

 

He bled for She
Led destiny’s reprisal
Had wed to She
Repeatedly
Beneath the tree of life on many cycles
A river red to quench her thirst
Undress the curse and bless the worth of centuries confiding
The tide was high
His head felt light
To see the river rising
With enterprising faith
And sight of blindness
Wide eyed in the wonderment of She
Within the river red
He bled for She

 

 

 

Richard Charles Stevens

 

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1 Comment

  1. Taken back in time for an incredible moment. These words spoke to me:

    “Undress a curse that haunted her for centuries
    To lend her strength through ventured pain
    Lead her to the special place”

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