Crucify

It was there,

Heart-colored in his hand;

A memory, a shadow, a kind of

Melancholy scar that would not go away.

He died,

we mourned,

for eternity still.

With cardinal eyes, he wept

for us.

It was a tangerine victory,

bittersweet.

He died,

we mourned

for eternity still

And sin has never tasted better.