Once Poem by Rebekah O'Donley

My daughter renowned, open thy vein to flow majectically through thy door
Touch the blood as it cascades down thy shattering floor
O' Little one, taste the red hands, sweet as solace renewed on a moonset grave
Measured by thy blood and weighed by the searing crave
Thy betryal beyond knowledge of thy greedful disdain
Wilt carve a tombstone upon your stone heart of vagrant blame
Many lost painted strokes of peace, ye once foreknew
Have left ye, my child, twice limbs demonically askew
Oh, but I'll forgive your treachery, if you'll forgive your demise
And replant your innocency, in these once childish eyes