Sacred Taint Poem by Ranko Radojevic

She danced on with passion, with joyous heath,
Across the altars, with blooded feet.
Her scarlet stains to sacred taint,
Defying the temple, with shine of faint,
Crying yet laughing at fallen saint,
His crosses dear in sinful black paint.

She cast crimson hail storm, shimmering array,
Beneath domes of shadows, of halos that betray,
Her soul screamed at icons, but all in vain,
Their eyes brightened, but of darkness plain,
Pressed under torment evolved from her pain,
Unheard by puppets, beings far from sane.