A picture of a Soul
like a photo of a ghost,
an approximation of feminine perfection.
Inlaid, as a jewel to base metal
Andraiad's frame, unworthy
by its courseness to house the spirit
of one nearly so perfect
flawed only by impermanence.
Now preserved, her light held close
let her body decay
let vulgar flesh be damned
by uncaring gods
who would dare steal the essence
but never capture the soul
dissipated with the ether, returned
to the heart of one so beloved
to receive its precious spark
knowing
the greatest gift.

©2000 by Skywriter

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