Rape Poem by cathy clough

ah, aurora, you've awoken me
my beautiful goddess of dawn.
why now though, i wonder
for the night has not yet gone.
have you brought a message
borne from hermes himself?
Of my deeply locked secret
plucked from my very chest
or could it be sweet tidings of joy?
more likely potent deadly gifts of love
if so, then how could this message
have come from the skies above
where the heavenly spirits sing
songs of the sweet seraphim
i know it's come from hell's library
sent directly from him
he, my own private demon
who emerged straight from hell
though of our meeting
not a soul did i ever tell
i did scream long and silently
and shed so many lonely tears
that i had to bury deep the pain
all the scars from old fears
so, my messenger before the light
he will still stalk my days and
it makes not a difference for he haunts my nights
leaving me quite unbalanced
on this serated knife of life
where all of my happiness
ends up being all of my strife.
i am sorry aurora, so sorry
but my message you can keep
for i know it now word for word
and will keep it buried deep.