Betrayal

Midnight blue feathers float
Ever onward toward the ground.
Each stained at the quill tip;
A red-brown remnant remains.
The Soul weeps.
Every shattering blow delivered
Sets fragile vessel shuddering.
Shiver after shiver looses violently
Feather after feather, parts of the whole
The Soul gasps.
Words like sledgehammers
Assail the heart within.
The last of the plumes fall
And the heart breaks...
The Soul screams.
She opens her hands;
She raises her tear-filled eyes.
The fire fades and ice returns
Trust is lost, she was betrayed.
Silence.

*Rhiannon Oset* © June '09