"Magdalene"

My heart is dead.
But my arms are full with the space you left behind.
You said you loved me.
But you were promiscuous with the Word.
You made your decision, yet you appeared to me afterwards,
Like a bad dream: Not a nightmare, not a dream, but someplace
In between.
Regret? Or did you just want to see the resentment in my eyes.

You uttered my name, and I responded , "Rabboni."
You'd expelled the seven devils from my heart
And replaced them with something far worse.
Faithless you should've left me.
You shall forgive, but I will never forget.

My eyes you dare not meet again, Rabonni.
The morning star never shown so bright on those you left behind.

- Tristan Isolt