just a taste
a tender touch
a steady pace
a hint of love
bits of my heart
ain't all that much
the angel blushed
in the devil's clutch
fell for the snare
she took the bait
was unprepared
but couldn't wait
tempting the heart
tempting the fates
love as an art
worthless, without the pain
so, she tore it out
her heart, from her chest
laying it down
for the devil to taste
how could she know
he'd played before
when cards were shown
she lay, lifeless on the floor
not dead or alive
simply breathing the air
devoured by the shrike....
an angel without prayer
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (7)
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Oh my. At first this one soars, but when it crashed I felt the bitter sting of it. It truly is both beautiful and heartbreaking, Kelli. Loved the pic too.
That was so heartbreaking. Loved your poem!
Heady stuff, Kelli! Well penned, as always.
Beautiful words, thankyou for sharing xx
Great rhythm and pacing.
Angel captured by the devil, waiting to regain her angelical power.