The Cherub and The Sinner

There is a room,

Locked behind a wooden door,

That lies long forgotten.

A nursery and a tomb

Silhouetted by shelves

A child and a skull sit opposite.

The child, born of innocence,

Thousand years of tolerance

Sat upon the dusty shelf.

A single star,

Silently swinging sorrow,

Like a spot light upon a stage.

The skull sits in silence,

Locked eternally with a smirk

The sin of eternity.

In the center,

A world spins like a top,

About to topple over.

The Cherub and the Sinner,

Place bets on the spilling souls,

Like sailors lost at sea.

There exists a single room,

Locked behind a forgotten door,

Where time places no tole

On the wicked

Nor upon the innocence,

She merely watches from above

Like a star singing sorrow.

"In each and every soul which wonders are fair earth there exists a soul of equal eloquence to them self. The issue lies not with their existence but with there location in relation to each other. It is our job not only acknowledge their existence but to find them and prove to ourself and them that they are that destiny." - Authors Note 55