I felt as an intruder,
An unlikely trespasser
On hallow ground,
But the crosses,
They were not my own,
And so they belonged to another--
I have forgotten the face.
In the stillness,
Supposedly there was peace
To be found,
But if it was peace that I sought,
Only restlessness came,
And I was once again callous,
Thinly veiled in my illusions--
I am more faulted than you know.
I lit the candles,
But could not, somehow,
Feel the flame,
And then suddenly,
Brightly came the fire,
And I wondered if I too would burn,
Like a witch,
Like Lilith,
Cast forth from some perfected Hell--
I asked the question,
But no answer came.
Upon the alter,
Upon the stone,
Sacrifices of a different kind
Were made,
And I cried out in a foreign voice,
Proving my grim mischance,
Misplaced in my surroundings--
I walked where I should never have been.
If in careless steps I stood,
I meant no harm in stopping there,
But I found I did not belong,
And gave regards in silent voice,
For no atonement was ever made--
I mistepped,
I was misplaced,
But it was a mistake once made
To define the holiness of Saints,
And the named Sinners,
But once the ground trodden,
Soiled by my resistance
Or perhaps my very existence,
I set foot there again, Nevermore,
For you must understand,
Those crosses,
They did not ever belong to me.
An unlikely trespasser
On hallow ground,
But the crosses,
They were not my own,
And so they belonged to another--
I have forgotten the face.
In the stillness,
Supposedly there was peace
To be found,
But if it was peace that I sought,
Only restlessness came,
And I was once again callous,
Thinly veiled in my illusions--
I am more faulted than you know.
I lit the candles,
But could not, somehow,
Feel the flame,
And then suddenly,
Brightly came the fire,
And I wondered if I too would burn,
Like a witch,
Like Lilith,
Cast forth from some perfected Hell--
I asked the question,
But no answer came.
Upon the alter,
Upon the stone,
Sacrifices of a different kind
Were made,
And I cried out in a foreign voice,
Proving my grim mischance,
Misplaced in my surroundings--
I walked where I should never have been.
If in careless steps I stood,
I meant no harm in stopping there,
But I found I did not belong,
And gave regards in silent voice,
For no atonement was ever made--
I mistepped,
I was misplaced,
But it was a mistake once made
To define the holiness of Saints,
And the named Sinners,
But once the ground trodden,
Soiled by my resistance
Or perhaps my very existence,
I set foot there again, Nevermore,
For you must understand,
Those crosses,
They did not ever belong to me.


