The Porcelain Veil

In the time of the howling hills
She swayed with a willow breeze
Her aphrodite gaze dazzled
With starlit revelations
As she stretched
Beside lonesome streams
Wearing a porcelain veil
Of unbroken realities
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The sky struck with infernal fury
Faith eroded like driving rain
Breaking free the bitterness inside
That stang of milky dandelion sap
Draped like death upon her tongue

The howling hushed, veil shattered
Still’d she stood with gnawing thirst
Uprooted weeping and cursed