On the horizon one Dove bluffs
as the other suffers
the ailment of The Bent Sycophant.
Knowing what she knows
is Wrong.
That the Great Good she did…
was thrown.
Thus she shattered
the fragmented remainder
of her taken heart.
As her wings burned
somewhere deep within
she yearned.
She asked Him to guide the way
with his compass and light;
She prayed for him to eternally
love her, even in her darkest night.
The dove she once was
faithfully hoped
as her exhausted wings smoked.
her DESOLATE life
she could not survive.
whimpering for a sign
that the black blinds
would polarize.
She Lamented the Tears of Resignation.
her most DESOLATE night
revealed a shimmering day,
but through that night
she could not stay.
Prior to that glittery day
her Angel did not say,
“everything will be okay.”
In Desolation, she prayed.
-The Day That Came Too Late-
And on that day
She Passed Away.
