Cupid Smiled/by:Haunted Lunacy

Cupid smiled as he drew back his bow,

he felt the weight of the string on his fingers

and a stirring in his soul.

He wept for the target for which his arrow 

was intended,

 for he knew that once it pierced their heart 

 that it could not be mended. 

So with a sigh he let it go, and the arrow

it did fly,

and as the arrow pierced his chest, 

an angel caught his eye. 

With a broken halo and tattered wings 

the angel did pretend, to love his empty, 

hollow soul, and always be his friend,

but soon the angel bared her teeth 

and devoured this man’s heart, 

and to her hell she did return 

to brag about her art. 

Now alone, the broken man, in silence 

he did scream “oh god please wake me 

up from this horrid dream”, but his ears 

were only met with silence, for his 

god did not reply. So he picked up his

 pen and wrote this poem as his 

 soul did slowly die. Cupid put his bow 

 away, his work here was now done, 

 he quietly whispered to himself

  “next time I’ll shoot two, instead of one.