The divine creature of her idolatry
sitting in the golden throne upon her heart
his crimson robes velvet and soft
regally washed within her tears
his crown, a halo, perched upon his head
each jewel placed carefully as a remembrance
every stone representing an indentation in their bond
each shining being reminding of defiance
rich, sweet perfume lingers around him
a mixture of trespasses and lies
yet her soul yearns for the smell
to bury her body within the comfort
she bows before him low to the ground
her knees trembling; she prays for his love
but the divine creature of her idolatry
kisses the hand of a different queen
