My beauty flares,

Betrothed to darkness.

But I flee, I succumb,

For my past was grievous.

Rode on chains,

Meant to cut me down.

I drown in the flood

Of my betrothed.

I breathe the fire of doom.

He's unmerciful,

Even to his betrothed.

I weep, I search.

He looks at me

With eyes that screamed

Doom. I quiver,

For this I wasn't made for.

He gazes at me,

It felt like chariots of men,

Who let their eyes of death

Fall on their prey.

Who am I?

That you waste such a sight on?

There are a thousand you should look

At, with those eyes of doom.

But a hand, white as snow,

Magnificent and marvelous,

I see, pointed towards me,

From my daunting lover.

He lifts me and lets me go,

And then,

I appeared in a field of blossoming

Flowers.

Think and tell me your thoughts, my generous fellas.

Thanks for your beautiful supports 🌹 

Inspired by the holy spirit 🌹