Holy Fuck

A boy made from starlight, innocence and the echoes of music in heartbeats
held a thing of sun baked stone and watched it become god.
He consumed a thing made holy and the pillars of the divine wept through the colour leaking from his smile.
She sat before him and bled tears made from the sweat of atlas for what must now come.
He stood tall and pissed his scorn down onto adoring lips and waiting eyes