Painter Of Dawn Poem by Euphory Lalize

Golden rays, dried-up cries
Once were happy tears that witnessed the desolate
but placid pavements where she strides.

Paleness in the face
remains moving though long been static.
An angel on the verge of ecstasy
sways with the trees,
And now what remains are footsteps on the concrete dust
as the remnants of where she danced.

An iron shiv under the sunshine glows and stays keen,
indomitable from the stain.
Mindless of what awaits,
she had unknowingly fallen to the bait.

Pools of fluids dyed in crimson,
a scene perfectly portrayed by an artist
with a grotesque mind for reasons unknown.
At this dawn of terror,
another victim becomes a subject for gore.

Then comes the halt in the brush's tip
which also signals the last heartbeat.
Thus the sun ascent in a bloodbath
along with the demise that came to pass.
A great masterpiece has been done at last!