Beauty was her calling card-once <br />A sacrificial lamb of peace- <br />Alas, she burned her life-as a candle <br />In days of pain without cease; <br />Her hopeless world of-make-believe <br />Where inner perfection struggled to grow <br />A nuance of yet another shade-fading <br />Took away her effluent Fire-fly glow; <br />Near the honey suckles the tambourines played <br />A most disquieting melody <br />For the morning trespassed upon her world <br />Boding her happiness-never to be;<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/omens-4/
