She stood there
against the painted backdrop
the western horizon
and a sky on fire
blushing with red heat

She could not have been
more beautiful to me then

A Goddess at the edge of Armageddon

the wind tossed her hair
in streamers of pure gold

Her eyes closed against
the pain in her heart
trails of black ink
lay upon her cheeks
as the tears ran down
to collect at her chin

She was
the avatar of Pandora

Queen of Sorrows

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