Her eyes blazed with a wicked glint,
Her face was a smoldering canvass.
The empty palette of one capricious artist,
Who dared to wipe it clean.
He torched her heart and set it burning,
to light the way to solitude.
Her majesty is dimming now,
And though her heart is burning,
One thing which stays forever stained -
Her immortal eyes are painted.
In a list
A contest entry
- Prompt contest...come check it out by Goddess Artemis.
600 points, ended July 26, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Wow. Great write for the contest. It is wonderful

