Mortal Goddess

What am I

 To those pools of black velvet

But what they do imply;

A goddess denied,

A mortal once more.

Strike me and I bleed,

This is my creed

For I am human;

A mere visage of flesh over bone.

Break my heart, the tears will pour

For you.

My eyes sicken;

Stricken at the taste of salt,

Staining faded kisses in their course,

Tainting everything divine.

Ashamed of my remorse,

My lips have forgotten sweet nectar

And things mortals will never know...

How could such euphoria bring such woe?

I once traveled the stars in bliss;

Tracing silver lines

Blindly with my fingertips.

My wings no longer recognize my skin;

I am forsaken of the skies.

I frown at the frail reflection in your eyes;

Naked of the perfection you once saw.

There is no celestial beauty nor grace,

But a canvas

Of my every damnable flaw.