Like the phoenix so fondly nurtured
you rise from my darkened ash
born anew in the embers of your deceit
leaving me here to wonder of the fairytale spun,
delicately stained on glass now shattered.
The colors painted in steamy nights of lust
enough to rival the creations of heaven
vibrant crimson and purples
splashes of magenta and gold
now dulled to brown, black and mud gray.
Whittling my desire into a handle
severing my love into bristles
forming paint from passion
it was my soul you stole
to complete your masterpiece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful Ending. Nice Poem. Thank you.