In the beauty of night Her silent screams are deafening Yet still unheard Asleep are we Darkness swallows her tears As she cries for humanity In the depth of her heart The emptiness rumbles fiercely Imploring love to replete Ignorant are we The cold night air makes her shiver Lost and alone is she Her illuminated spirit sighs The burden of prescience weighs heavily Rooted in past atrocities Consumed are we The white satin linen on her bare skin The last virgin remainder Of innocence And purity And still she cries. © Saskia Jonker, 2018 © Saskia Jonker, March 2018