Pieces
My heart is bleeding off its safest place,
And conceding the past to a future
That was harmed by a dagger in fate’s space.
As when a fool and fantasy suture,
Mine eyes thought hollow beauty were a suitor,
So failed the test to trust the just Est knight.
My soul believed the solemn silence butcher:
This beast did feast with undivided right.
A hallowed demon took my sight and might,
His hand possessed the blade of shining love;
Which bright as a candle in the noon daylight,
It cut loose the wisdom of love from above.
Now arise thou in treason and bleed him,
To claim again the pieces of my freedom.
Copyright © Maureen Peris | Year Posted 2016
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