A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.

Purgatory 

I have become the edge of the knife

The corner of the eye

Where the tear collects and remains 

Stagnant 

The blush of the wind as it carries red pedals in its monstrous throat 

Compassion for The Enemy 

But would you suffer him if he 

Would not suffer you?

Three time I came to your bedside pleading my case

Three times I was rejected 

Seven times seven times

I turned my back

So what more is there

To forgive