Amid the Ruin
by Julie Lynn Hayes © 1996
Rumpled in the rampage of a lovers'
Tug of war,
Beneath the blood-smeared bedclothes,
Tangled in the tantrums of a
She lies in saintly beauty,
Mona Lisa-smile upon stained lips,
Lips which wear the color of her lover's blood.
He loved her well,
Then freed her soul from Hell
To face Eternity, away from nighttime joys
And carnal pleasures reserved
For those who cannot bear the light of day.
A single rose lies upon her breast
Above a simple wooden stake,
Her instrument of release,
As love and peace rule the night supreme
Amid the ruin of silken sheets.