Bless Her Sin!

"As she tenderly embraced the ground with her last breath
a sky of thunders and rain became the arena of fight
No longer would the spirit reach for the death,
for the end was just her beginning that night". 

A doomed reflection raised high upon the surface. Oh, that
lovely desperate yearn for coldness; she felt again the
might. Wrecked in wind with a sickish laughter and a
lunatic elation, stared 
at what soon'd be mouldering. 

Clot of wrath skewered aloft as she gazed and howled under
the tattered sky. Gruesome passion
And an Earth scrumbled up to the clouds across a travesty
of grief and hysteria. 

The struggle bewildered a tame crowd,
the pallid race of creeping worms
Half asleep; for the disgusted one, they
perished out in a sunk field. 

Then was a moment, suddenly she began to shudder from
all the threscold of fury and madness
giving her warmth, filling the angst with faith
And dolefulness she cried.