You were once up high,
A picture of purity,
A beacon of love.
You were worshiped as an angel.
Sent from heaven to this earth.
But these are now dark days.
What once was pure was given away cheaply.
You allowed yourself to become mortal.
Greedy for more than you already were.
Once you have fallen from the path, you cannot return.
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Crushed beneath blackened abyss, Dwindling embers never missed, Death wrought by an iron fist, Of hell's army emerged from mist, Purple haze in a torrent of waves, Now cold; a freedom for this...
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust, Burn up, If you must. Ashes to ashes, Re-born from the fire, A magnificent creature, Your courage I admire.
I enjoyed this. To me it speaks more of the disappointment that inevitably follows when you hold someone in high esteem or expect more of them, only to find that all along they're just human.
@shanwan absolutely where it was coming from. To be so in love and then have your heart shattered and your world turned upside down. Thanks for the feedback 😊
@bryanrobertheap yeah absolutely! The people you live the most are the ones who have the power to cause the most hurt. Great poem
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