By: Gus Victoria
Memories served
Of a banquet now forgotten,
They teased at the edges of forever,
Taunting,
Haunting,
Calling to fall
A heart not theirs,
A heart freed
From a torment
With borrowed agility,
From a fantasy of impossibility.
Beyond the phantoms
twisted and unrecognizable,
An image, not quite perfection,
Took the stolen affection
To give hope instead.
No wings
No halo
Only an aura
Suffused with light
Turned to womanly form
Stood defiant,
Against those memories,
Against the past,
Against what was,
Clearing with fire
A path winding
To a hearth undying
Of a slow heart aflame
Burning brighter
In her growing fame,
Her name known only to him.
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