Upon the Dark and Scattered Shadows
Of Doubt and Fear, Unbidden, Unchecked,
Sits a Lowly Angel, Waiting,
For Robes of Finest Silks, Bedecked
With Heaven’s Hope and Immortal Light,
To Wipe Away Each Despairing Tear,
Cast Adrift Upon a Sea of Souls
Where Misery Reaches Year after Year.
Upon this Bastion of Disappointment
She lurks with downcast eyes,
Longing in her Heart of Hearts
For Love that Releases O’er Burdened Sighs,
Yet Never does she lift her Gaze,
Nor Stretches out her Trembling Hand,
But Weeps in Melancholic Bliss,
Prisoner to a self-made land
Of hollow promises and subterfuge,
Painted faces of greed and lust,
And never does she Ask,
Not Once,
For Love to Heal her Shattered Trust.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Original Artwork by: Lady Symphonia at Deviantart.com


I hope even if she doesn’t, love comes. Love should always go to those who need it most.
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Oh Morgan, this is lovely. So much hope implied in the last line.
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