Price of Sympathy
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Summary:
A poem based on The Maid.
Child
Together orphans, she was your only friend
I know the memories hurt
But what the corrupt man of God did to her and her sweet heart
Beaten, battered, raped
You were in his prison. And while she promised someday you'd be free to go wherever you wished
His control rusted you both, in body and in mind
A beauty broken, where atrocity should not have passed its vessel for collection
Vow of chastity nullified
Vow of obedience grossly upheld
Does her humming not tell you you must stop?
"Will it never end…? Please let me die…"
She wept those notes as she died in your arms, and now she weeps them once more
She taught you kindness. She showed you, the unloved, her welcoming love
And because it was forbidden, The Deacon introduced you to loss
The Maid died for you. You made her sick. But the crook of judgment, it was never in your hands
Her cracking spine. She's reaping herself with that scythe
You gave her life, to bring her back
I killed her again
The Suffering. He lies to you
That face you remember, it is not this white ghost haunting a blood-soaked habit
Nor is it the naked doll girdled by barbed wire
The sister was the virgin in the portraits stacked at the altar-shrine
Who sang you your dear lullaby
From the music box
"Do not fear,
I will be here,
Your pain is falling away"
We will save you, Child