Unholy

stakes born in the eyes

like white hot iron

driven through the heart

of what is fear

 

years treated as unholy

where one slept in darkness

a crypt filled with vipers

from the reptile tongues

who spit their venom

into one’s mind

 

after the sundown

where they buried your life

awakes the angel

 

to walk among the graveyards

they created with lies

 

finding out

sacred is often

what some see as demons