Entraped against blood spattered obelisk
in shame she awaits her judgement,
for had she not toyed with emotions
future foundations would now have roots of integrity.
Yet that taunting part of an unreasoning mind
made him prove himself into this grave,
crushed with unreal expectation
she snuffed the candle of their epiphany.
Now existence moans from high above
awaiting her remorseful demise,
shame weighs so heavily in mournful regret
she succumbs to succubus sorrows.
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A contest entry
- PIF Pic prompt :Because I feel the need for another contest by Rclane.
475 points, ended September 7, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Thank you for your entry I do like your take on prompt and you have penned it well. Luck in contest.
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