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Jean de Grigio

She was marmoreal

The perfect statue

Beautiful, elegant, strong

Crafted by the hands of God

Into a goddess of perfection

She could stand tall

Surveying all below her from her pedestal

Watching them with eyes of sympathy

Lending the lost a guiding hand

A paragon

Righteous, wise, sublime

The essence of ideality

Crafted into human form

The others slander her name in private

Yet she stands proud

And slowly washes off the hardening dirt

It is a battle of inner strength

But behind the marble facade her soul leaks out

Emerald green wells of tears

Crying into her downy pillow

Being perfect maybe curse - but surely not a crime

Her pedestal is rocked and smashed by angry hands

With no foundation she trips

Shattering on impact

To fall from such a height is detrimental

In the gutter she lies

Alone, and forsaken

Is all she has done forgotten?

Slowly self-eroding,

By thousands of salty tears

Too stubborn to ask for help

Too arrogant, too proud

A Phoenix will always rise from the ashes -

But that doesn't make it easy.

Poetry really gets the creative juices flowing. This is meant to be abstract, in case you are wondering.

Grigio is Italian for Grey, it was meant to sound like a statue kind of name - it was either that or Jeanus de Milo.

Ideality is not actually a word, but it was better fitted than idealisation. Call it poetic licence.

I hope you enjoyed it and feel free to review. I will respect your reviews, but please do not flame because you do not like Jean.

Thankyou very much for reading

Kaminarimon