Epitome Of Poetry

May 27, 2017

She is an epitome of poetry,
a blend of fiction, and pain,
and everything humane.

Only the demons’ caress
enliven her, for the mortals
are but raving lunatics.

 

And as her soul war-cries,
the dark lord bows.
She demands redemption,
not just from her corporeal appetites,
for it’s a philosophical conflict,
between her musings
and the creed.

But she will ascend to the higher being,
for sometimes
“the angels fall and the mortals fly,”
and she?
She is an epitome of poetry,
a blend of fiction, and pain,
and everything humane.

©Mayan