She was clutching her skirt
and holding her blood
and pointing into the sun-
"He went that way,"
She pleaded,
"He was the only one".

He is high above the gorge now,
Contemplating echoes,
And tossing pebbles down the distance.
He wants to go that way,
He pleads,
He gave up her assistance.

Speaking out against the protest,
he gave us anarchy to try,
And so we stoned him for the justice
and gagged him on his alibi.

He hobbled his own spirit
for a little piece of glass,
Swallowed it in bitter parchment,
Swallowed the unspoken things.
Remorseful tendrils on his feathers,
Guilt painted on his broken wings.

They untied her from the carousel
But couldn't stop her spinning.
Said she needed the exorcise
To make up for the sinning.
Finding out the bitter end
Was only the beginning.

She needs to find out who she is,
She's taking surveys in the hall,
Rotating cog of innocence,
She always cried before a fall.

He discipled himself away
To make his Judas matter,
Handing out his flaming pamphlet,
Meaning lost in pitter-patter.

Trying to discover beauty
Amongst the ugliness he found,
Traded in his twisted halo
For just one moment on the ground.

She never cared for destiny
As she brushed it from her palm,
Bellowing the embers of
Her monastery calm.

She was a mercenary lover,
Pangea in her sudden heart,
Pulling Mariana with her
As she tore herself apart.