You floated down and touched us <br />Your graceful fingers held <br />A dove with wings of pureness <br />By love and light propelled <br /> <br />We took you in our circle <br />And lavished you with praise <br />Your words and gestures gentle <br />Of chaste, old-fashioned ways <br /> <br />But soon your veils descended <br />Into the vat of dye <br />Life's bubbling, boiling cauldron <br />And came up full of lies <br /> <br />You were a purple angel <br />The kind men fear and dread <br />So pure and caring seeming <br />Yet chained to purple threads <br /> <br />You floated down and touched us <br />Your graceful fingers held <br />A Trojan Horse, a decoy <br />That we at last expelled.<br /><br />Liilia Talts Morrison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/purple-angel/
