Feathers and Stardust

Feathers and stardust,
that's all that remains
in the hollow shell of purity,
the broken shards of security,
invisible panes testament to what was lost.

Deep into the night,
silence pierced with cries,
shattered souls of the loveless,
in perfect harmony, her tears bless
the flocks huddled within her shadow.

In solitary homage, I bleed,
my veins fill her glass,
the patron saint of sinners,
in the end we're all hers,
from dust to flesh to ash: alone.