Some time ago
a flickering flame of faith was snuffed out
on an ugly dark day when vulgar men ruled
A delicate flower of beauty, filled with promise and hope
was cut down before it could fully blossom
Sublime straightforward truth when perverted by military brute force dies,
so its seed can germinate, and grow underground
Bloodwine is not just for vampires,
but also for pious pilgrims, practising rites and rituals
Those who believe in belief trust someone else
and can live out private creeds for all to see
on full public display
Hearts laid bare throbbing
bright bold and full of vitality
