Falling down a hill into a past life

Sometimes my fate falls backwards,
I’m good at that.
Making sure,
Even if it’s bad,
At least it’s not flat
And boring.

My ways get rather revolting
When for life I get hungry.

Didn’t know I had it in me
Til I was alone in the bull ring.
While I gazed at stars unknown
The darkness found a light of its own.

Took me away, a voluntary prisoner,
A poster child for the sinister.

I wore my best dress
It spoke for me
Like I was possessed.

They found me naked, chanting a name
No one knew, but felt they better not say.

Her lust had become her malice-
The darkest color in her bright array.
If only she’d known,
That blending the sun and the moon
would only turn her grey.

That to love all,
Even what was to only be abhorred,

Is not a virtue
But a futile poison,
A double-edged sword.


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