Uprising

The darkness
You cannot understand
It was meant to snuff out hope
But she walled the halls
Took care of the sick
Ailments
Of the mind
The soul
 
She cooked their meals
Embodied their mother
The fire
For their every impulse
But she was too kind
Too innocent
To kill
An angel with a living pulse
 
In this prison
She went out in the cold rain
Late at night
To kill  
And flay
The islands game
 
She cooked the meat
Brewed it in a stew
Fed it to the inmates
Instead of the rotten meat
THEY were used to consume
 
And when the bars
Bent
And the guards
Were spent
Did they lay their sins
To suffer
To repent
 
Mother
They said
We won't hurt you again
With red grins and parting grinds
Did the guards slowly die
Alone and resigned...
The heathens whispering
Yes, you are mine.