At The Altar - Part II
Her eyes are still open Her head is hung low Blood trickles along her eyebrow While her eyes adjust to the blow.
His arms rise again, Towards the speechless sky. Plunging ahead with the axe, He gives out a loud cry.
Through her numb, Heavy head, She wonders – If she is already dead.
Satisfied, he leans against the altar, To give his heart some rest. And drops of his sweat fall into her tears, Within the same bloody mess.