VENUS113
POEM
I slew the ignominious defeat...
the fiasco of my semi-charmed deceit.
I dreamt to be at where the stars meet...
to be at where my fantasy's summit is.
I was myself's own massacre.
Darkness smiled to the heavens...I was there.
I just killed the lady of daylight vigor...
Veiled sillhouette of mournful stupor.
I had murdered the lady.
I just killed her in irony.
I saw her face...lighted in sheer beauty.
She was but in perpetuity.
I had an exodus from the tears of conviction...
mutilated my sorrow from guilt-accretion.
I wandered in solitude on the clouds of illusion.
So long...star of morning incarnation.
The moon kissed the enigmatic twilight.
Stars faded through the serenity of the night.
The lady was dead...I killed her out of sight.
But I was hers...yet she had never been mine despite.
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