Her beauty held back,
an augury of renewal among the cultured.
The meek staring out into an amarinthyne plenary
of social and erimitical paths.
It was she,
planted back
and back again.
It was she who had wrought the thousand agonies,
for it was she who had broken the heart of a thousand men.
Taken to avenge,
brought to the epoch of pith,
for now it was known,
love is the path that creates the cosmos,
and destroys ground.
Semicircular tears sink beyond the soil
of enriched paradise and ideals.