Downcast Poem by Allison Seals

The pride of heaven cast out in disgrace,
Intricate scars trace her body like lace.
She wants dwellt among the places on high,
Until hated fates Judas-kissed Gemini.
Her body was canvas, their paint was a blade,
They worked without pause, and her screams would not fade.
And still the stars whisper, 'how quickly they fall, '
She's ash and she's sulfur, a death sawdust doll.
Soon she returns and she knocks on sky's door,
She'll paint the skies red with a deafening roar.
Clawing her way back from whence she did come,
Reaping the stars till the sky comes undone.