on such a day when the cold gnaws,
and fog all beauty mauls,
she found fit a heart to tear,
with pitiless eyes,
and a face that shone with evil,
she did kill an innocent soul,
none knew such beauty a cold heart did hide,
a skin so bright yet a heart so dark,
all but for loving,
and though memories still dance around,
the pain never seize,
but what do it be,
than a patch upon a treasured garment,
life was easy,
and love was sweet,
tales from adages of gone sunsets,
now it be life branded,
and love imported,
nothing ever lasts but the pain...
©2012
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