The mistress of heaven

The master of hell meets the Goddess of heaven but the Goddess isn't happy.

Wonderful wings, elegant eyes, they

Belong to a pretty lady, I convey.

She gazes over me, the body of decay,

And remembers the day of dismay.

 

This meet reminds a time, that

Was better forgotten. The day started as a chat,

But the mistress wasn’t pleased by me, I

Had black wings and no responsibilities, she descry.

 

She refuses talking, she seems

Uncomfortable, as she changed into red gleams.

She said I don’t belong here, I’ve

Sins that are many.  She said hell is where I derive.

 

I guess beauty doesn’t have the brains; she

Looked at me with hate. Plea

Is what I ask. Those pure ears didn’t get redeemed,

A stream of red got welcomed when she screamed.

Author's Note

criticize the most, praise the least

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Parts of this are so strong...but then some lines seem a bit contrived to make the rhyme.

The entire first stanza is perfect...in fact I could see that being a poem by itself.
j.

[Medha]

thank you for this review, i'll try to work on the rhyming

[June bug]

"Those pure ears didn’t get redeemed,
A stream of red got welcomed when she screamed."

I really love this part right here, this is a wonderful write.
I would just suggest one thing, At the end of your "Screamed" use one of these ( ! )
It would get that point across better. It's your write, do what you feel comfortable with.
Enjoyed this.

[Medha]

thank you for this review, I'll try to incorporate it in my upcoming writings