Spring Poetry Contest

Non Declinable (@ballermegha)

The Mirror reflects a physique cloaked.
Vision hazed, holy oil soaked.

Masked in Champagne, her smile is faint.
Eyes kohled, a black shadowed taint.

Delicate frame, her little pink toes to fame.
A quickstand of bliss, herself to blame.

Mummy had said no, but Jesus said yes, silent footsteps of fatal posses.

Lips dried and cracked, no water nor thirst.
It matters not, a fallen cross curse.

You, question Truth, vague answers are blind.
At day's end you call his name from doors behind.

A rapture unnoticed, his skies now pink.
Colours remorse Dawn, do not blink.

Run or stay, in whose name will you pray?

Truth compels you, at the end of the day.

No one survives, you have no say.