Father, thou art not in heaven, but hell:

Though the dire flames had yet to tarnish thee.

Grace enveloped thee even as thou fell

When my dearest wishes crashed in debris.

Is it such a sin, for the unwanted

Guest to pound upon the doors of Eden;

For the shadow to dare love- undaunted!

The divine light of the full moon within.

If thou had spoken, I’d kneel and know no shame;

If thou had asked, I’d die and know no pain.

Yet thou never called, listened, loved nor claimed:

And left me in fury nearly insane

Why are thou still so fair? When death ought to

Have stolen thy light, thou shine truer than true.