#WritcoPoemPrompt30

She rises from the ashes,
Donning infinite avatars,
Sending the vile searching for cover,
And begging for mercy...

They cast a ribbon like sharp blade,
subtle, soft, sharp, quiet. ... and apart.

Charged for the new dawn,
still fleeting like a baby fawn...
Got away with...
some where else counting inventory,
with memory banks, sour story.

Sweet and sour dew on grass...
A melting picture. Who needs to ask?

I do!

I have some love.
You have some pain.
We found distain.
We refrain from vain contempt?

I do!

She said, "I do!"!

"Giving my heart was not played like a sport! None such was or is a game. I get the report!".

Distortion beholds the bitterness ensued...