The man of her life
Is merely adornment
For her waning beauty
To her pride's delight.
"The arrow has left,
The bow of the goddess."
It pierced through her heart,
Her pain was met in silence.
In the dread of the night
A weary smite.
A golden gloom
Of heroine might.
In her story she's a hero
To others she's a fraud.
And all that's left
Is she who loves her so.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:24 AM UTC
The man of her life
Is merely adornment
For her waning beauty
To her pride's delight.
"The arrow has left,
The bow of the goddess."
It pierced through her heart,
Her pain was met in silence.
In the dread of the night
A weary smite.
A golden gloom
Of heroine might.
In her story she's a hero
To others she's a fraud.
And all that's left
Is she who loves her so.
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