sacrifice

Writing

on the top of the cathedral

By Anna Schmeer

as the clock strikes the bell tolls
clang
clang
clang
the steeple has never looked as high as it does
when you are standing on the tip
looking down at the cobblestones
there is no room in the temple
for the sinner
who does not repent
the


Song of Ice and Fire

By Lauren McGrath

Stare into these eyes of flame

Warm embrace of blazing love

Wild animal you cannot tame

Feral beauty of gentle dove

 

Gaze into these eyes of fire

Scorching heat of kindled lust

Burning secret of past desire