© 2012 RC deWinter ~ All Rights Reserved
To a Fallen Angel
A fierce consuming darkness lives
entombed within in your soul,
and I be not the one to wash it clean.
There is no help from me in this,
yourself you must redeem.
Do not mistake my sweet concern
for love or grace divine
that with a swift erasure can repair.
I am a woman, nothing more,
I can but pity share.
‘Tis not within my feeble gifts
to lead you back to light,
nor can I blessèd absolution grant.
It falls on thee to root it out
and in its place transplant
A bud untainted with the rot
that blackens every gift
into a poisoned Rappaccini rose.
It is your place to cultivate
what’s seeded there, what grows.
And should you someday offer me
a blossom, not a thorn,
accept it willingly I shall indeed.
Until that day I must decline
and leave you there to bleed.
© 2012 RC deWinter
Digital oils; parts of figure thanks to
Felixdeon stock at deviantArt.
Tech specs: Photoshop 7, Filter Forge 3,
Smoke & Fog, Gothic Windows & Doors,
VP5 Oil Painting