UNFINISHED-IV

A warrior of metaphysical battle,
as if she had the weight of whole world on her shoulders.
She suffered the curse of Gods, endured the wrath of monsters.
Her wings withered. Her body turned a titanium case.
Her fingers, wrapped on a spear, forgot how to interlace.
Goddess of love, she, had a lot to offer
other than shooting arrows and battling swords.
Wounded in love by her could’ve been glorious
but are already horrid these unstated thoughts.

the-stoner

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