Murdered by your Halo

A golden halo,

a big arch of a smile,

Your eyes twinkle

as you talk to me for a while.

You hold my hand and draw me in,

deeper and deeper into your magic I sink!

But then one morning I wake up to see

Grey dust collecting on a tomb of hearts

I open the rusty door and am shocked indeed-

Your halo was a weapon, and my name was embarked

 

I do not own the rights to the beautiful photo above.

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