Sister Silence
True to thy name
It has been too long
Since I kissed your cheek stone cold
Alabaster never shined
Like your face in Midnight’s prime
The godly witch whispered in my ear
Secrets I will never hear.

What is it that your frosty lips conceal?
Why is it I ponder you still?

That night in the cemetery
You and I and the witch made three
Prince of Swords bore witness of thee
I stroked your deep etched face
Held your still hand
I cannot fathom why I pretend.

Sister Silence
True to thy name remains
Secrets locked in moonlit rock.

Are you merely an effigy
To times passed and those who weep
Or is there a soul beneath the stone?
You are my Promethian dream I suspect.

Sister Silence
True to thy name
I remember you nonetheless.