As a Tin Whistle Played

Darkness unmasked loses her power ~ Cyhydedd naw ban poem ~ for Kansaspoet Contest Rnd 4

As a tin whistle played

Dirty fingerprints, like swarming bees,
Branded the bookshelf of memories.
Exposed, the chiseled mouth, painted eyes,
Revealed themselves a salad of lies.

Her fine apparel, all hand-me-downs
Culled from the victims in plundered towns.
Butterfly tattoos hid razor claws
That now unsheathed, gave the living pause.

One moment of anger unrestrained,
Destroyed illusions for eons feigned,
And from the four winds sounded a roar
So loud it rent open heaven’s door.

Flashes of a whirlwind light the path
Through a field of thistles, nature’s wrath.
While on a cliff’s edge at break of day,
In a wisp of fog, death ends her stay.

As a tin whistle played harmony,
Angels listened to life’s melody.

© 2006 manga_kate

Prompt: All 15 prompts used in round 4 of "Invalid Item" 

Poetic Form: Cyhydedd naw ban ~ Welsh form, 9 syllable lines in rhyming couplets