What wouldn’t she have done for his love,
for the forbidden taste of his lips,
for the soft caress of his fingers tracing lightly upon her skin.
She savored the memory of his smile,
she recalled his sweetness as he spoke his words of love,
words that were meant to only fall on her ears.
But his carefree words deafened the ears of the spoiled.
Those words were never meant for her.
His life had been promised to another.
And now her soul was trapped,
forced into everlasting damnation,
compelled to bear witness to his life with another.
Their black magic hardened on her skin like a crust,
holding her face in sadness for eternity.
Her body now a statue,
held fast in its place,
her eyes meant to watch him,
reminded every day of what she cannot have.
Her consciousness banished
to a lifetime of anguish and melancholy.
In the darkness he would sneak out to visit her,
his touch was just as warm and his words of love, just as sweet.
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Written for the Grammar Ghoul Challenge – combining the above painting, Saint Moritz, by Tamara de Lempicka with the word prompt:
Crust (noun):
A hardened layer, coating, or deposit on the surface of something soft
polysyllabic profundities 
That photo set the audience right into it – what a cherry on top (:
That poem exploded into my head when I saw that picture. Thanks for the comment.
Ha, I had to do a double back when I read the first two line because it all set into pace way too quickly and perfectly and I was like, “Wait, what ? That was the first two sentence – it started already?!”
Fantastic. You really captured that image perfectly!
Thanks Mike!
What a great take on the prompt. Beautiful words that tell a bittersweet story.
Thanks very much!
Great use of the word “crust!” And I love the last 2 lines, though cruel.
Thank you. I wasn’t sure if I was going to leave the last two lines but I really felt that his love would be stronger than the curse. 🙂
Bittersweet is right. I love the way you used crust – and I agree with Silverleaf about the last two lines. Heart-wrenching.
Aw…thanks very much. She had such a forlorn look on her face, I couldn’t help but go in that direction.
Lovely and bittersweet indeed. I really love your title too.
Thanks very much!
I’m in line with the others. The last two lines tie it up nicely. This is a joy.
Thank you so much.
What a wonderful take on the prompt. I loved the two lines –
Their black magic hardened on her skin like a crust,
holding her face in sadness for eternity.
Thank you very much!
This is my favorite line, “Their black magic hardened on her skin like a crust,” My god, that was powerful. I don’t know if you meant it this way, but it seems like the protagonist was a painting and the artist poured all his heart and love and energy into it. Eventually, the painting is done and his love is removed begin on another work. At the end, it seems like the artist goes back to pour his eyes onto the first painting, just once in a while. However you meant it, this is a beautifully written tale of love and loss.
Wow – i didn’t write it with that in mind but what a fantastic perspective!! Thanks so much for the comment!
Nice!
Thanks!