heaven is a lie

slender beams of moonlight enter this darkened chamber,
as i kneel, always a slave
always alone, 
frozen here waiting.

tourtoured forms wrought in panes of glass loam,
as dust dances in the air,
forming an image in my mind.

spearing my darkened soul,
tears on a deathless face.
i raise my head,
niw kneeling before this uncaring limbo.