Framed Piece Of Heaven

Framed Piece Of Heaven

There was blood, there were bloodied tears shed from dying eyes,

But she was peace, she was innocence, she was life,

She was love; she was worth living for,

All died, but as the last breath fell,

That framed piece of heaven, her face and her touch was all that was left,

It was a demented world, burning vengeance,

Squirming toads, hissing snakes in the fields of barley,

Smoke from burning souls, stench of slimy minds,

But her fragrance like of the lily, the White daisy, entranced the air,

Lifted the feeble soul from those intolerable dead moments,

Walking down the path to live in her memories,

Her smile, the spark in her eyes, the face that knew the soul,

Erased the pain, eased the harsh breaths,

Blowing lightly into the veins a drop of fickle hope for life,

Eyes that reached the pain veiled and unveiled, that see demons haunting the day,

And hear whispers plotting, hunting power, bellowing cacophony from the conch of destruction,

The heart that bled with the sufferings from the sins of a sick world,

She took it all away,

She blinded the dread; she kissed away the pain, she doused those memories;

Only she remained,

The soul found peace, found shelter, found life in her, in that framed piece of heaven.

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