may a certain beauty bear--
as a sorceress in stocks, under questioning and locks,
shorn of her hair,
fed on flung incivilities, poxy blackbirds in the air--
Do not reject the embrace of mercy.
Confess to us
what you are capable of; healing, harlotry and heresy...
The choreography of the somber
may dark comedy conceal--
as a seductress sent to ash, under pretense, purpose and mask,
purified by flame,
removed from those grinning cretins who call hypocrisy by name.
photograph: Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil
tongue-in-cheek musical accompaniment