The Scarlet Letter

Daughter, daughter

Of splendor and fame

Puts her scarlet lips

Against mine.

Precious daughter

Brings faith

Onto my doorstep

With a grinning face

Of divine light.

Doting mother

Of my orphaned days

Brings shelter

Into the storm

Of my being.

Pious sister

Of beauty and grace

Puts her velvet hands

On my cold skin.

Precious daughter

Weaves a vital spider web

Around my stone-cold heart.

Daughter, daughter

Of pleasure and pain

Throws her infinite words

Angrily at me.

Precious daughter

Will never let me

Atone for the vile

Things I've said.