Sacred Blood Poem by Satan's Sibling

The tears fall,
A virgin disinclination of chastity.
They burn the cold hard stone,
Like the vigour of a thousand arrows.
The tears are not filed by a repudiated wing,
Nor are they ceased by the demon of pain.
They continue to fall,
Leaving fresh acid stains on the girl's cheek,
It burns and only creats more tears,
For what once began as heartbreak,
Has made tears of literal pain.
And the silence follows,
A furor of the crossroad demon,
Who wanders and ponders along the edge of existence.
And he falls.
He stands.
He walks again.
A diffusion of the tears that burn like the embers of the red flame.
The arrows fly, and strike through the eternally open windows,
And fly with a strange permutation of trial.
They impale upon the bed,
And the tears halt...