Part 1 : Crimson TearCrimson tear slowly makes way down bruised face to escape by lines of sadness aside Her pursed lips.
One becomes two, then a crystal red river flowing from angelic eye to the chin of Aphrodite.
Tiny hands, as if made of porcelain, moves to cover Her face, to hide Her soul wrenching agony and sorrow.
What once was cloud white wings, spread and fold again and again in slow movement, smoke rising from burnt feathers.
She falls to Her knees, rocks tearing, the sorrow overwhelming, causing body to shake and scream.
Gown woven of gold, silver and stars, falls from elegant shoulder, tattered, torn and smeared.
The once blessed Angel has fallen from grace to sorrow and disgrace for the blind love of a man ....
And in the end, His betrayal.
Poetry by David W. Glavin
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Written on 2016-07-27 at 00:03
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