When time, my treasured friend,
and folly knew no end,
then laughter pure did flow,
raucous echoes from the soul.

Woe whistled with the wind,
claws never sinking in.

Sin hovered in the dark,
waging battles for the heart.

Sparks of lust and love did fly,
flashing doves white through the sky.

Fledgling wings of feathered lies
swept us both to frenzied highs.

Cries of passion!

Miles of joy!

Ran by every girl and boy,
left us grasping breathless air
pillows scattered here to dare
a pair who knew such bliss
as this
would end with letters
torn to bits
and hiss like serpents
seeking blood.

Splattered dreams...

Broken chime...

O, how the heart corrodes through time!

Once my very treasured friend,
now a folly come to end.

~ P
(#CorrodedTreasure)