Soul

One thousand thousand nights she had stared down
Down
Down
Down
Into the abyss.
Into the hearts of Man
She had seen Hate
Fear
Rage
Envy
And Death
Walked amongst them like a pale Shadow.
For every night, a tear fell
Scattering into melancholy rain.
The Son was eclipsed.
The Father drowned in the wetness of streets
Slicked with iridescent oil.
The Mother writhed in agony
bleeding rubies
from sapphire eyes.
And Madness devoured them,
Soulless beasts clawing at the fragile
Fleeting
       Helpless
               Thing
                    That is a
Soul.