The Beautiful and Damned
Magnolia,
Innocent white, intense incarnadine,
Precious without question.
Ensured to wilt.
Ensured to fall.
Ensured to die.
From a flower on high,
A petal falls while
Hope holds
In an awkward dance
Of new beauty
Incapable of analyses but
Stemming seemingly from
The petal being held afloat
Only by a thin thread of air
Lachesis measured short.
Time forever passing,
Tears forever multiplying,
Petal descending still.
All nature fleeting,
Thread snaps;
Petal plummets.
Another,
Then another,
And yet another
Following.
Each end
More tragic
Than the last
Until
The flower is left
Without petals,
An ugly shell
Of its former glory.
The more the beautiful,
The more the damned.
~Anthony S~
Magnolia,
Innocent white, intense incarnadine,
Precious without question.
Ensured to wilt.
Ensured to fall.
Ensured to die.
From a flower on high,
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Hope holds
In an awkward dance
Of new beauty
Incapable of analyses but
Stemming seemingly from
The petal being held afloat
Only by a thin thread of air
Lachesis measured short.
Time forever passing,
Tears forever multiplying,
Petal descending still.
All nature fleeting,
Thread snaps;
Petal plummets.
Another,
Then another,
And yet another
Following.
Each end
More tragic
Than the last
Until
The flower is left
Without petals,
An ugly shell
Of its former glory.
The more the beautiful,
The more the damned.
~Anthony S~
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