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The years erode away
while she remains
imprisoned within her self-
imposed towers, alone,
untouched, unloved.
She may well be a statue
blown from glass for her
fragility, she may shatter
at any moment, a sacrifice
made to touch something
close to perfection.
Barely a thing of flesh
and blood, a withering
Shallot watching life
through shuttered windows.
But even that cursed
maiden was willing to give
it all for one burst of
passionate love.
While her counter-part
like a reflection still trapped
behind the mirror, clings
to a soul sucking purity.
Yet she can never die
because she hasn't
even begun to live.
while she remains
imprisoned within her self-
imposed towers, alone,
untouched, unloved.
She may well be a statue
blown from glass for her
fragility, she may shatter
at any moment, a sacrifice
made to touch something
close to perfection.
Barely a thing of flesh
and blood, a withering
Shallot watching life
through shuttered windows.
But even that cursed
maiden was willing to give
it all for one burst of
passionate love.
While her counter-part
like a reflection still trapped
behind the mirror, clings
to a soul sucking purity.
Yet she can never die
because she hasn't
even begun to live.
I am reading Dorian Gray right now, and there is a remark made be Lord Henry about "the seven deadly virtus" which gave me the idea to write a series of poems about the negative side of each of the seven virtues.