Little Things

God said: Forever fire shall be twofold, comfort and pain

The devil spat: Forever shadows shall conceal and restrain

Silver glass begins to fall, drop by drop

That red ruby field diminishing bottom and top

She becomes little things:

Length of hair

Size of waist

Firmness of breasts

Brightness of eyes

She becomes nothingness

God said: Nevermore flesh shall remain, dark and rotting

The devil spat: Nevermore eyes shall reveal what they were seeking

Rotten wood falls away, age after age
That old town now becomes a rusted cage

She becomes little things:
Smoothness of skin

Wideness of smile

Whiteness of teeth

Looseness of heart

She becomes nothingness