Dark, over-grown, iron-plated gates rusted shut
That swallows all the heads of unhinged stone;
Full of odorous, wretched, mutilated guts
Hidden beneath a layer of grime, completely alone.
Beam of light shining down on only one,
As to allow a moment, which took great courage to do;
All his lies and secrets well hidden from the sun,
Not even her mother revealed that she knew.
Image, more important than a child’s life,
Time to show the illustrious and twisted truth;
Able to walk away and leave this strife,
“Father” she whispered, “I forgive you.”
This place shall no longer see the break of dawn,
Now, the light of life is withered and gone.
