Unfinished

A warrior of metaphysical battle,

As if she had the weight of

Whole world upon her shoulders.

She suffered the curse of Gods,

Endured the wrath of monsters.

Her wings withered.

Her body turned a titanium case.

Her fingers, wrapped on a spear,

Forgot how to interlace.

Goddess of love,

She had a lot to offer

Other than shooting arrows

And battling swords.

Wounded in love by her

Could’ve been glorious

But are already horrid these

Unstated thoughts.