Her wings,a divided army
refused this once,
to carry her above the storms
that had become her constant adversary .
she stood, in an uncomposed stance
her beauty no longer visible
her skin, broken and marred
as she forced herself to stand
and endure those fiery darts that had secured her fall;
she stood, her countenance
a mirror of depression
as the leeches slowly sucked the scarlet life
from within her tired veins,
as she became the great example
of celestial outcasts
she stood,almost falling to the ground
that would in time
open up its arms and welcome her royal carcass
into it's final resting place.
A contest entry
- Picture prompt by Lexie -.
450 points, ended September 2, 2008, 11 entries
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