She dangles on High, My Lord
Indeed bearing weight entirely Her Own
Shuttering spurts of righteous Truth
Through fleeting vitality...

Her Heart is pierced and propped
A viscious metal spike Holds Her firm,
Yet she utters no plea of mercy
With valor this Truth was self-inflicted.

Watch Her beating Heart,
Note Her breathe is thriving,
Slowly She grows Again,
My Lord, I believe She Will Rise-

Leaving that bloodied metal spke to dry in the breeze
Her Heart hollowed with ease
She will Rise again, Lord
Knowing Density as a well

With an empty hole for a Heart
She is Opened Truly
To endure the Greatest Heart.
She will be my Lover, My Lord

She will Lead in Her Truth
...But for Now She dangles
Above the densist shallows
For All to See.