Wednesday, 28 November 2007
Statue of Fidelity
trust
faith
Blinded.
churned out from the ground.
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Kneaded
mixed
pounded
Foundation rooted, deep down.
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Feet, paired, thus sturdy
To hold all that's to come:
Burden'g crawl to shoulders,
with miry clay slapped on.
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The Crown refined and finished,
the Torch of Passion raised.
a weary smile, carved out to be
the finishing stroke engraved.
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A beauty she was, all envied,
'cause to all she looked upon,
sorrows, heartache and worry
Redeemed from Cupid's wand.
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A face of unwavering security;
That's till the furnace came.
The tongues of stinging malice
baked her till crisp, brittle clay.
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The once soft 'n comforting goddess,
now vulnerable, Forlorn.
A careless nudge to end her glory
smashing into the floor.
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A bitter pill to swallow
to wandering readers you all.
Yet the truth, i present to you.
Listen, heed, or fall.
3:55 pm