The SacrificeAli Van Zee11/07/2010

Rising high above the village of LacapelleThe moon does a shadow dance

Across alabaster skinStretched tight over the cruciform shape

My body has become.Behold!  Oh faithful servant

Of Notre DameWill you not stop the flow

Of these scarlet ribbons of sorrowAs they seep into the rocky ground below me?

My body bears the scars ofA thousand cuts

My heart torn, ragged, bleedingAt the edges.

Notre Dame does not look up.Terrified by the awesome beauty of love

Sacrificed for her fear,She urges her servant onward

Away from my outstretched arms.No mercy comes

No soothing cloth to bind my woundsNo sweet wine to quench my thirst.

I float above the silent villageUnseen, unwanted

My presence unacknowledged but forThe play of light

My only friend, the Moon, illuminates in meThis night.