the beauty of her soul

was tangible to him

he thought

yet she left him in the desert like Elijah

he was gifted bread shaped like an Easter egg of the Resurrection by a bleak raven

the bird of his rapture for her

a raptor

and the brook gave him succour

but when he died the beauty of her soul

became intangible to him

her lustre tarnished to the black grief of worthless golden sands in the desert like Elijah

only then did he see her traitress soul tangible

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