Magdalene.
The flesh is song, but her vine entwines us.
Sangrial.
Your children stand beside us.
Carried on.
Fill the sails with passion's breath.
Name in vain, conceived in pain.
Seed to vine, fruit to wine.
Magdalene.
Painted wrong but your strength is glory.
Coded long.
Allegory.
Blood to water, husband father, sons and daughters live.