She had Eden the Apple

She had Eden the Apple

Eden then in turn, devoured her.

Love lingered in her presence as she danced the moon's last light with the beautiful Hope and irresistible Abandon. They wooed and seduced as she drank heavily from their promises.. of Love, yet Love had since decided to leave her to Hope and Abandon. 

Hope retreated. 

Abandon called to Oblivion and they romanced her with beautiful lies and the sugary delights of their sweet and empty promises. Oblivion was free to whisk her away with Abandon. Love's memory lost in the dance of emotions' fray.

Abandon laughed in delight as she danced it's line and teetered moon sick with the lover Oblivion, who whispered promise of complete release.

Love emerged from the shadows calling for her to come within it's reach, yet Abandon and Oblivion kept her from it's everlasting comforts and embrace.

She heard Love's cries and Doubt ripped her from her from Oblivion and Abandon's falsities.

She fell.

Love screamed.

Doubt caught her and attempted to hand her to Hope.

She cowered with Doubt in fear of Hope.

Doubt turned to Hope. Hope, in turn, looked to Doubt.

Abandon held her heart.

Doubt held her as Hope found Abandon.

Abandon gave her heart to Doubt and Doubt gave her heart to Hope.

Hope returned her heart to Love and she loved again.. with Abandon.

Sun Setter

Memories splashed with hues of melancholy dampened regrets awash my mind with fresh despair and loss for what my arctic heart once found a comforting warmth within.

The frigid shock of retracted kiss laden promises that had once been blanketed and stitched to a hope with delusional romances and falsities has left my ache searching for an amiable whisper of what once was.

My consolation.. a bleeding soul that has been slowly ripped apart, stitch by stitch, by reality's harsh and painful judgment, leaving my inner self naked and vulnerable.

Haunted, I regret you.  I regret you with every fiber left intact from your assault on my shredded and mutilated heart.

My barrage of love and acceptance was never resilient or powerful enough to even scratch your impenetrable enclosure, and you held not my true worth, as you refused to fight for me unless you felt my slipping away, yet I fought for you always.  Your war is with yourself and you have constructed a tomb, not a tower.

I am the sun setter and I shall no longer shine radiant upon your crypt, as you deserve not my adoration, but my pity.  May you find light in the cracks of your own insecurities and break through to meet humanity again.