The Angelic Lover
Alabaster skin and brown hair,
Descending in ringlets like a hundred halos,
The soft, inquisitive stare
Of eyes loss had yet to know,
These ethereal qualities tugged at my skin with magnetic attraction,
And like a fish fighting for food,
I was hooked.
Hooked by a breathtaking purity,
And an untempered tenderness,
I spewed pleas for clemency
Like one lost in Satan's abyss,
I knew I was too ignoble, to gaze into those eyes,
She didn't care.
She used them to pierce my chest.
She calmly danced her way
Across that desolate heart,
Until my darkness, she did slay
And my shield, she ripped apart
Our symbiosis could not last; fate would not permit it,
But she left me by the river,
So I'd survive once our tale finished.
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