Withering Splendor


Witherering splendor, where shall I catch her
at her feet, which remain or her crown which has vanished
speechless splendor, gazing through the fields
longing? dreaming? nothing?

a heart so divine, a heart so mine
withering splendor so lost and engulfed
timeless reality settles in beside her and she stands
she is withering splendor, lost without love

who shall reflect onto her the magnificance of life
for what is a life without love.

Temptation licks at her feet, the feet which remain
and through the searing touch she feels...

for she is withering splendor, lost without love
waiting for her destiny to come and save her

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