The Crossfire Gambit

Descend

I might

Decide to indulge in perversion

I ask:

Will you

Still bathe me in crimson?

Obey

My covering in penitence

Obey

When faith it deserts me…

I’m covered over in red and it’s a color that suits me

Guilty hands and guilty eyes Kill

Conviction

Is seared

My conscience is distant and

Weakened

But still

It’s seventy times seven

The fire

That burns

Twice as bright

Burns half as long