The Dead Truth Poem by Alianna McThead

Through darkness and light
Lies a hidden path
A woman, stands, across a candle that's so bright
Black shredded dress, rests restlessly on her slender body
Navy hair, darker than any ocean depth, wrapping a pale noctilucent moon
Beauty against a nefarious fact, known only as a ghastly story
Luminous and weak, the woman remains shrouded in atone
Of sins, never by her, was created
That thin line, between darkness and light
Where death is certain and life is dubious
Hitherto, the line was never seen, never heard
As the existence of Satan, angels and castles, once glorious now ruinous
Confusion draws on the portrait of humanity
Or what it should be called – Brutality
Betwixt light and caliginous
The woman and I, take a frail pose
Judgmental error impeded that curvy route of life
Depicted in the woman's demise, but I..
I survived.