Her Fallen Halo

HER FALLEN HALO This fallen halo trundles on way down the road Leaving in it wake the rays of sparks bestowed Had she even noticed the glow above her head Now parted from her, no longer lit, its life shed She has left, running into darkness on her own Leaving behind everything she has ever known I pocket the disregarded halo, as mine to claim Until one day I find its owner to merit my fame So, I can replace the halo back above her head Maybe tarry on her for awhile, then on her wed Carry the burden of her shame; that I'll not fail With no one as to be the wiser of her sorry tale Keep this once tarnished halo lit upon her head The secret of it's downfall never ever to be said Indiana Shaw . . . : /