Goddess of love and beauty

Made of sea foam

And a legacy of revenge older than the gods

What sins did the sea salt not sand off?

A birds-eye view of a red rose

Silky petals

Hiding the thorns underneath

A flower as red as the blood that watered it

As the goddess made sweet flora from a bitter corpse

Doves that sang as they mourned

Lives lost in a war

Begun by her vanity

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