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By Moon Submitted by FacelessAngel Date: 2013 Apr 07 Comment on this Work [[2013.04.07.13.12.3414]] |
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She runs her small delicate fingers through her silky flowing black hair, darker than the deepest of nights, adorned with azaleas and sweet alyssum. She folds back her pure ivory wings around her robe made of dove feathers and gossamer The soft contours of her neck, collar, her high cheekbones Constitute a rare and terrifying beauty who takes breath away, luring victims enraptured by her ethereal grace and poise Yet she does not smile, nor does she say a word, A dense mist hides her face from the world For fear that it may be too beautiful A complexion that can pierce the human soul with silver arrows, inflaming it so that it may love no other Underneath the stoic aura, she weeps For her unintentional crime of stealing countless hearts whose owners wish not to have returned. They weigh her down, her wings unable to bear the burden Making her no different from a fallen angel, Giving her no escape The one she loves flees from her Afraid he shall have his own heart entrapped By the faceless, tempting creature. She as well cannot afford to bear another heart Lest she break herself permanently She keeps away; she does not wish to entrap him She does not want him to see her as other men do A faceless beauty, a beauty only skin-deep She promises to wait Decades, if it must be, For him to become a blind old man Immune to her bewitchment She waits Time wilts and melts As her wings are tainted by tears of liquid onyx |