Untitled Sonnet

Two eyes of red upon her face,
A question here upon her lips;
Where in this mess is held the grace?
From where did evil slip?

She asks; "Oh where is He?"
"Oh, where to did He run?"
He answers "Follow me",
"My kingdoms just begun"

Look at all the pain;
See here, all the hurt,
You must help the lame,
My love you must assert

And if you're all alone,
Look to me, see that you're home