Glopowrimo Prompt 5 When love became a four letter word

Glopowrimo
Prompt 5 When love became a four letter word

Looking at the moon
Golden goddess half veiled
In speckled black veil
Bridal brilliance enshrouded
Black crepe widowing her
In envelopes of shame.

Shameful this night
When truth wants to hide
In hideous black hole clouds
When the head is a shotglass
Of fire and brimstone
Scorching the barren ground.

Bizarre these lies
That ends the great adventure
Of Trust and transcendence.
The barking dogs palpate the night
The endless howls of
The end of love.

Betrayal and deceptions dissolved
In salty rims runout
Of excuses
Turning and tossing
Can't unmake this bed
Of blood gorged nails.

Dark alley grave land
Liquefying the landscape
Embedding entombing
Cerebral cemetery's bedroom.

These are semi detached nights
Rapacious rooms
Of split level gloom

Gradually spiralling down
Unthreading the weary loom
Of intercoursed lives
An exponential entropic doom
Right from the start point
Of no return...
Nowhere else to go
When Love became
A four letter word.

(c) Amrita Valan 2018