Deceived

Dead of night

Cold

Not a star in mine eyes.

Led

By a goddess

Divine

And in white.

She nails me.

To a tree.

My heart caves empty.

Her touch

Is too shocking.

My pain

And my sweat

Recoil my offering.

She attacks.

My heart pulls back.

The moon 

Implodes.

She shows no reaction.

Her cover 

Is blown.