Empty Victory

Grave dirt under your nails; God and all of His beautiful, brutal angels cannot save us. We recite rosaries in blood and smear ash on the linen sheets. Greed is a sin but you're too pure to be unholy, are you not? We met in a dream, your eyes in the sunset, sparkling with a life long lost to you now. Long lost to us both. You renounced God. No. He renounced you, is that how the story goes? See how you have fallen. See how your hands shake in the dim candlelight. (And I am Daedalus, clutching the tattered remains of your soul in my hands like a broken bird)