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Wednesday, 28 November 2007

Statue of Fidelity

trust
faith
Blinded.
churned out from the ground.
.
Kneaded
mixed
pounded
Foundation rooted, deep down.
.
Feet, paired, thus sturdy
To hold all that's to come:
Burden'g crawl to shoulders,
with miry clay slapped on.
.
The Crown refined and finished,
the Torch of Passion raised.
a weary smile, carved out to be
the finishing stroke engraved.
.
A beauty she was, all envied,
'cause to all she looked upon,
sorrows, heartache and worry
Redeemed from Cupid's wand.
.
A face of unwavering security;
That's till the furnace came.
The tongues of stinging malice
baked her till crisp, brittle clay.
.
The once soft 'n comforting goddess,
now vulnerable, Forlorn.
A careless nudge to end her glory
smashing into the floor.
.
A bitter pill to swallow
to wandering readers you all.
Yet the truth, i present to you.
Listen, heed, or fall.

3:55 pm