The dark eventide
She lays sedated, with her naked stomach
being toiled on by deft mits.
She prays on relentlessly, in her unconscious self
to let him be born with breaths to last.
Then god with his clandestine flair,
Whispered gently; a ciphered verse.
His fate he spoke of brief,
That none but she did decipher.
Her tears withered, his tears commenced,
Gay cries of the gift of god.
Never had she felt such joy before,
Her past of remorse and morosity was now a forgotten lore.