The girl is lost…her hair is torn
There’s lightening in her brain.
With eyes as large as sunken moons
She steps out from the smouldering ruins.
Her limbs as slim as silver springs
Her soul invisible.
She darts with Satan at her heels,
Death falling from the sky
Passed snipers, burning thorns
and scattered bones
Towards the edges of the globe
where lies a sweet eternity….
….and Aetenitas dwells.
And there…
Six thousand years of shackles
Fall from her,
And in a swift rebirth…she is reborn…
Far from the pillagers
Who live and lust in Abaddon.
KB April.2022.
Digital illustration.