Saturday, December 7, 2013

Poetry Hour: Entry 2: A Season

A Season
 
Her name and her face was a season
With a voice sweeter than honey in May
Her thoughts only revealed within reason
To the friends who became her warmth and stay
Her beauty trapped her outside of the veil
She couldn’t help the love that came
When grace brought forth its mercy tale
She sought solace in his holy name
But slowly her fire faded away
The forgiving flames flickered out
But still an ember promised to stay
Even with a heart smothered in doubt
She got up but she couldn’t walk
With happiness present before the fall
I guess her words were all just talk
I guess we didn’t know her at all
She always seemed to be too weak
With a face revealing underlying lies
And in every place she’d hide she’d seek
Finding nothing but lover's lusting eyes
Her innocence was lost with time
Growing up tangled in what she wove
The farther she stepped, the higher she climbed
And the deeper she fell, the lower she dove
She’ll be at the bottom before she looks up
Though it seems it can’t get worse than this
A savior remains with his blood filled cup
Revealing what she desires to dismiss
She’ll turn to the world and see she’s alone
With foolish fake friends flown distant
And all she’ll have is those of the bone
The bride’s body remains existent
And most of all she’ll still have “I’m”
Who sought her in the darkest of night
The lover whose love lasts longer than time
The one who changes her crimson to white

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