Morals Lost
Lying, cheating, thievery
Were his devils trident
Piercing through an Angel's wings
Leaving her spirit spent
"I know that she could not leave me"
Blinded by self content
Refused to see his hands in things
Never would he repent
Yet Angels heal and then see
Past pretty ornaments
To a future that would always sting
At the point of his trident
Now alone, trident and he
Without love heaven sent
Bemoaning how fate pulled the strings
Blinded by his own contempt
Copyright © Paula Swanson | Year Posted 2010
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