Priestess of Gomorrah
Oct 29, 2020
Long ago and far away
Lived the Priestess of Gomorrah.
She played with men like they were prey,
And her name was Theodora.
Stoic standing on the shore,
With bated breath she stood there.
Remembering all the times before,
She petitioned hope with prayer.
In this land so far away,
In a place once called Gomorrah,
Was a maiden fair as day,
But darkness wanted order.
Then one day it found her
On the shores where she once stood.
The screams she screamed got louder,
The roaring waves allured.
She blew away just like the wind,
Her pleas were waves she swallowed.
All she clung to deep within,
Meant nothing where she followed.
