Tears

A tear.
A simple drop of clear
RAIN
descending from the pure white eye
Of The Clandestine Sky
Gliding through the canyons
Of the landscape created
by unsightly blemishes
that once adorned my face,

This teardrop so sincere
Grazes all horridity near.
And thus they vanish!
Though they do not go unpunished.

Chains on their ankles
And blood caked skin.
We all give thanks
To the end of their sin.

So my tear, my rain
May be invited again
to relieve the crevices
of their monsters.