By Katherine Givens
A springtime angel once inspired passion to beat through my veins,
But the key to my heart hung loosely around their neck.
Knowing eyes peered into the darkest fringes of my soul,
And accepted the Pandora’s Box created by an embittered past.
Yet as the sands of time poured through the hourglass,
The acceptance evaporated with the summer rains.
The loss of my springtime angel was greater than Atlas’ burden.
My tears ignited the flames of a burning revenge.
Perhaps my fury could match the hatred Medea felt for Jason,
For my path of retribution led to a vanished moral compass.
The flames in the pith of my being were only squelched
When my springtime angel’s heart was claimed by winter winds.