Doomed Love

Helen of Troy

Lies forged from blooms of steel

And quenched in blood,

Their last hopes interred

In the womb of a murderous gift.

Breathe silence 

Lest sands painted crimson in rage

Would betray their guise.

Beyond the twilight of a crumbling star

Awaits beauty’s scorn;

Her flight redeemed 

By the sails of a kingdom adrift.

Scalded in vengeance…

Doomed love.


Daily Prompt: Third Rate Romance