De-flowering

The petals had fallen off,
And there seemed to be nothing pure or flowery
About you anymore.
With respect enmeshed to ground,
And ire apparent in the blood red eyes,
The angry feet could only stamp on the shadows.
The hand that had rocked the cradle-
Now just seemed a skeletal effigy
Of hatred.
Deflowered, you stood thus,
Yet unflinching, to the blows that rained-
As the popularity that had reigned,
Had only made you thick-skinned.
In a smile,
You bare your teeth-
Savagery apparent in every selfish sinew-
The cellular structure so infallible-
That time could only molest,
Your bravado.
Slyness prevailed as it coated your every act-
Too late, to be perceptible
And measured, by the innocuous.
Yet, an eye-opener, you,
Have made a Hero out of Nero-
Pulsating death into every life-
And smiling a coquettish grin-
At all that fell apart,
In a wreck, created by you.
Destruction, is what your sadistic streak
Ever loved-
Or just a puppy dog adulation.
Sad, be that deflowered face,
Whose path is nothing but impure!