Walking in the gentle rain, on a cobblestone path,
A dark-haired belle blended in with the blackened sky
A wonder too commanding for any god to behold.
Too much allure, too pure to wither.
She had to remain as she always was.
Stone cold lying on the floor.
She stays like this. The world could not bear to see the sight of her changed.
If life must end, hers ends at the apex. Sacrificed on the granite altar to her perfection.
Again! I am forced to stare through that glassy stone …
Shantelle - beyond words, beyond form, beyond thought …
Rise like the phoenix to the stars as you ought …
February 28, 2020
Title Chosen: Shantelle Eternal
Shantelle Poetry Contest
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Copyright © Antakia Rose | Year Posted 2020
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