The Ballad Of A Broken Angel Poem by Golden Martian

I

In a time of doom
In the face of an angry night
She came to spectacular bloom
Holding hearts with grips so tight

She-devil was her crown of glory
For her nature was, but so fierce
Yet with angelic sorrow is her story
For all gentle emotions it will pierce

Royalty flowed in her blood
Splendor and elegance making her gown
Magnificent wealth her would flood
Raising her soul that was down

Confined in luxury she grew
Always nursed by angelic maidens
Then she felt a passion so new
Piercing her soul so sudden

Indeed luxury was embracing her
Luxury that nurtured her boredom
That boredom she wanted to mar
And raise her lone soul from doom

Magnificence haunted her heart
For it was but a loveless luxury
She longed for classic an art
To bring her to a joyous sanctuary

With a royal voice she called
'Growing weary with boredom I am'
Then to her granted was a road
To adventures beyond those to tame

Great was her fantasy
That rode beside her beauty
Still her sorrow is so classy
That resigned all princes had a treaty

II

In a land so foreign she landed
As calmness drove her soul
But to her tyranny was handed
Making all men hate her so

She rode on wings of royalty
Wings that drew streams of hate
She had won no loyalty
For to her was directed all hurt

Her beauty grew on with her sorrow
As hurt she amassed in her heart
Always she prayed for a morrow
That would for her bring love in art

Then she met him
A noble naturally built
To her his beauty was a beam
That in her soul played a flute

In him was nothing beyond art
For to him emotion was but enacted
He possessed but an empty heart
And his soul was but not affected

To him beauty was just imagination
That lived on true pictures of nature
So he devised machinations
To win all beauty in all a creature

He saw an angel
With a name of the devil
She was to him an evil stranger
Yet in art she made his soul travel

On his spirits she had a grip
For her beauty was beyond description
He took a dive so deep
For himself to win her affection

III

A date in the stars was set
Even her own sun smiled
She sang for her love asset
That in beauty had her soul tiled

She flew on wings of royalty
To adorn her greatest treasure of love
Suddenly in splendor he grew
So richly pure as a dove

He was a transformation
From peasantry to royalty
Still in his heart was no affection
That would urge loyalty

Attacked by warriors of debt
His soul in blood was drenched
His soul he had paid
When his empty chests were searched

It was on a time of doom
In the face of an angry night
When she came with joyous bloom
To have his heart in a grip so tight

With crystals of freedom
She sprinkled his life
With sacrifice equal to martyrdom
She drove away his strife

From so noble a slave
She raised him to so royal a prince
In a pace so much of a rave
He was living in peace

Love was a gift to her
Which he gave with praise
Then she looked up to her star
Thanking her god for eternal years

IV

Her joy grew brighter
His art grew brilliantly
To his love she held tighter
To her beauty he held valiantly

She lived and cared less
In the world of hate
For with love passed her days
Freely flowing from hurt

With time she grew more lovable
A true dream of an artist
Theirs was a love so insatiable
That was to most a dream taste

Then her royalty flowed
Making her crown sparkle
Power for her called
When hearts it could tickle

Her history was fire
For her name was tyranny
In her ancestry death was dear
Making her to peace an alien

He had to leave
For he feared for his dear soul
Without him she could not live
For she loved him so

V

She cried for her dear heart
In her broken sorrow
Still he took his art
And took away her morrow

She shone as an angel
Beautiful beyond description of nature
Then a grip on her soul had the devil
And so shrank her beauty and stature

Her heart beat was heard
In the whole wide universe
And her death was silent
Just as love was so scarce

Indeed she-devil was her crown of glory
For her nature was, but so fierce
Yet with angelic sorrow is her story
For all gentle emotions it will pierce

So goes on a song
A ballad for a broken angel
Forever it is sang
For all loves so wrong.