The Fallen Temptress
To live without the fear of falling sleep
and love enough to chase the night away,
eyes drift across the darkness where she lay
befriending dancing shadows as she weeps.
Awake another night beneath dim stars
once bright enough to shine through flesh and bone.
The sky like death’s tomb buries her alone
not long enough to reach the light afar.
Then golden auras lift to burden breath
with shallow gasps, she faints into sunrise.
Alone again, no soul to hear her cries
or feel her pounding heart before her death.
And who will come to rescue her from sleep
if nightmares wrestle dreams as stillness comes?
No faith or love, her lonely heart succumbs
to bitterness that flows from oceans deep.
Her beauty had once glowed behind her eyes
and softened all the edges of her face.
Not long ago, she charmed from star’s embrace.
Now, she, the temptress, falls from timeless skies.
The glories of the past are hardened earth
and stars burn out then cease to light the sky.
Fated to fear the dark and surely die
alone, she mourns her youth of selfish worth.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 12/12/14
for Giorgio's Iambic Verse - Sketch a Fictitious Character -
(Top Gun Poetry) - Poetry Contest
*form - Iambic Pentameter
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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