Allure.

Wispy hair, flowing from head to shoulders.

Face solemn, eyes tell of soul split asunder.

Sadness, with curses towards you has fallen upon.

Back turned towards them, spirit shout "be gone!"

"Help me, beloved!" Thee asks with whole heart and mind.

"Mother Mary, please help him!" I cry in agony to the divine.

As we both kneel in prayer, a warm glow descended upon him.

Followed by a sudden flash of thunder, be gone is the sin.


They both get up from their knees.

Now he was free.