What Pride has WroughtA Poem by NoelDressary
In her rage she burns
She glows like the rising sun Her petals dazzling in the flames In her darkest hour She shines brightest As luminous as the moon Her high and mighty mistress Is all but forgotten In her own passionate flames Laces of black shadow Course through her veins Her skin begins to shrivel As the fires of her rage Extinguish themselves She feels herself collapse Her body is fragile Her skin begins to fall away Her color is dust An ember within her Glows ever so slightly She does not want it to stop It does As she lays helpless in the dust Of her crumpled bones She longs for her mistress again But when she feels the hot rays Upon her skin again Life does not return to her Her cries are silent, her tears dry For she cannot escape the affliction That her pride has wrought © 2019 NoelDressary |
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Added on February 13, 2019 Last Updated on February 13, 2019 AuthorNoelDressaryAboutMy writing can be a little dark and sad at times but I write from the deepest core of my heart and leave a little piece of my soul in everything I write. more..Writing
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