A Terrible Beauty has been Born

She was met at close of day

A shadow of cloud on the stream

Tangled by a dead fall of hopelessness

Changes minute by minute

Of shrill voices in the horizon

Broken glasses on the floor

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Of a mocking tale or a gibe

Cracked sink full of crockery

Moist, disregarded and undone

A cheap art it seems

A terrible beauty has been born

She was met at close of day

From dawn to dusk a haste

Of endless contention and dissonance

Ugly conniption of oral aggression

Tim and Hannah yearned for

In ignorant good-will

A transition from beauty to the beast

The dusty CD on the shelf

Its memory lane distinctly inevitable

Of songs played without the lyrics

A terrible beauty has been born

She was met at close of day

As she scribbled her pen on paper

A history of conceived misapprehension

No more Easters and recited poetry

Or lullabies in the cold winter nights

Of valid hopes and dreams

A nod of the head for the drum beats

Of undivided, polite meaningless words

Her broken scathed limbs unendurable

Too long a sacrifice for freedom

A terrible beauty has been born.