Crown of Thorns
Martyr or devil?
To be denied all salvation?
I decline,
That thin white line is one I wish not,
To cross,
Despite the beauty burning on the other side,
Petrified,
Of that which is unknown?
I look upon the crown of thorns the radiant light,
I know my rest is eternal.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2010
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