It Was Our Mutual Descent Poem by Izobelle Pulgo

it was our mutual descent
into a diamond gloom
that glitters in the night
but blinding in the light.

a glass rose amidst the thorns
that thirst for blood
of an innocent love
with a passion that burns.

the slow redemption
of the shutters and the lights
cease behind the closed doors
they who never saw the fights
they who only see the pretty sight.

as midnights struck
and fairy tales pave way for reality
the pain, the fury, the disillusionment snuck
all the trace of human frailty.

the frozen smiles
shatter in the air
replaced by truth thru lies
and the wisdom that life is never fair.

a champagne to our mutual descent
for the fleeting bliss of being one
as love away it went,
as love - our love, is gone.