Her footsteps sounded
In a time unbounded
By pain
And worry
And woe.
The day carried on
Until she was drawn
By lust.
Innocence
Destroyed.
A serpent made sure
The lovely and pure
Woman
Would return
To dust.
The cobbled red stone
Lays low as her throne
The earth
Reclaims the
Beauty.
Eve’ning colors shined
But mankind is blind
To beats
And dances
Of old times.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 4:15 PM UTC
Her footsteps sounded
In a time unbounded
By pain
And worry
And woe.
The day carried on
Until she was drawn
By lust.
Innocence
Destroyed.
A serpent made sure
The lovely and pure
Woman
Would return
To dust.
The cobbled red stone
Lays low as her throne
The earth
Reclaims the
Beauty.
Eve’ning colors shined
But mankind is blind
To beats
And dances
Of old times.
This poem was written in conjunction with a canvas and oil painting by L.M. Ryan.
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