Notre Dame

She was raging yesterday

Her ruined glory in flames

The towering darkness that let the gypsies grow

Like weeds under weathered rocks

She saved Esmeralda from sins She couldn’t explain

Only to crush her heart under Her golden cross

Love found. Love lost. But love – nonetheless

Virgin white turning the top of her spire grey

She looks to me


While vengeful fires engulf Her

“Sanctuary!” She yells

I throw my pride and penile ego

So do other Monsieurs in the Rues

Dreaming of utter ruin

So I can throw up more privilege

She in her despair

Pines our love

Like the souls of other Esmeraldas before her

Hopeless, wreckless and beautiful

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