A Call Of Duty... Poem by Nestor David Armas

A Call Of Duty...



Beauty in her possession;

Is a power no mortal or god can wield,

She demands obsession;

From her stare no one can shield,

As she takes and consumes man's soul;

With a touch proves his demise,

A whisper his death's toll;

A stare eclipsing the sunrise,

This power she bares to all;

Unbeknownst to her and yet,

From winter to fall;

From the morning until sunset

All those around her; prisoners become;

Subdued by her charms,

All are taken captive; spared are none,

No warning; no alarms;

This is her virtue,

Spilt forth from her smile;

And little is left to go through and sift,

Of this carnage seen mile after mile;

As she continues wielding her beauty,

Hypnotic; entrancing; a call of duty.

(05/22/2010)

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