Nobody could imagine her suffering
None could feel her pain
While her soul lies on the burning altar
While heart lies still bleeding
She hopes that she will fly
She hopes that wings will grow again
Betrayed by the moon, raped by the sun
Living in sin, dreaming of innocent tide
Loved in fairytale written by storyteller’s hand
Dead in poet’s mind still longing for his cold heart
While her heart lies still bleeding on his altar
She keeps on dancing before death takes her
Cold embrace she feels on her neck
While her soul lies on the burning altar
While heart lies still bleeding
She hopes for another world’s better
She hopes for gods’ mercy
None could hear her last scream
Nobody could see her fallen tear
None could catch her dying dream
She loved and who knows..
Maybe she was loved as well
Now her words keep their flow
Through the deepest circle of Hell
To his heart through his heart
Bleeding angel dying on that altar
Bleeding angel, innocent child from his dreams
Dying on that altar for his dark sins….
Linlin's Poetry 