To Hell, With Love

Perdition holds thy blood fiery thorn
A love found deep in the black pits alone
Thou piercing eyes see time that hath torn
Still laying sin hard and brutal like dark stone

But is it sin that i wish to kiss you
Lips hot as molten steel, words so divine
My life hath altered, you pull me from blue
My heart to yours, but yours is not to mine

Together we burn, good conscience we slay
Ope is thou hand, gorgeous as charcoal
A saint whom pulls toward the light of day
Ablazen arms reaching for thine own soul

But your hell feign reality for fools
Existence with hazy shining of jewels

– Alex Hubschmidt, The Haverford School, Class of 2016

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