Quiet Accusations...

Words become sentences, sentences become stanzas, stanzas become...

Quiet accusations

Of love, of hate, of fear

The angel’s grief abandons

The heart of solace here

 

Disgraceful authenticity

Of fateful choices made

History’s illusions

The hidden crimson stains

 

Hope shines brightest through me

Divinity does tear

Through hurt, confused betrayal

Confirm the omens bear

 

Serenity found in silence

Perfection in this pain

Excruciation, agony

Grace still holding same

 

Sunlight, starlight, beckons

Erratic blooms of light

Radiance finds beauty

Erase sweet mist tonight

Author's Note

Another "poetry poker."

_{Quiet accusations of angelic grief abandon the soul’s necessity
Disgraceful authenticity of history’s trembling crimson stains
Divinity tears through betrayal as omens of love’s confidence
Perfection in excruciation, gracefulness in agony, serenity
Erratic blooms of radiance erase the sweetest mist}