fallen love
Magnificent in dusky rose,
Satin overlapped her breasts.
Like fresh blood upon the snow,
A tourniquet of lifes regrets.
Awakened, pulled out from the tomb,
Her spirit eclipsed the moon.
She outshone a falling star,
An ornament from far away.
And to her dead insurrection,
It was if her pallor gleamed.
Like an angels warmed by love,
Her lust screamed for release.
Raped of faith, she now embraced,
Looking frozen and disgraced.
With her disdain, inside her veins,
She sought to keep what age would claim.
On her whims, with no control,
Her soul sold for this toll.
Cruelty brought three orchids,
From the bowels of the abyss.
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