I lay my faith here, on the bitter pathway ,
Of where those dirty. defiled . tripping minions ,
pranced and danced the dance of vile .
In hopes that the skein of a heart left by their filth ,
Shall one day be unsullied by the purest of breaths ,
The deepest of heart , the loudest of passion .
Where are you, oh beauty that shuns all unpure ?
How shall I seek, to beg for the curse of an innocent ?
Why should I be blessed with the blood on my hands ?
The spotless blood of . .