Friday, March 12, 2010

The Screen's Most Perfect Lover

daredevil,
men like you don't end this way;
broken, tired,
victim of the fight.

the pain was intense
but the cure ate you alive.

it stole your strength, your beauty,
and left you with nowhere to land
except your wife's arms.

you should have never been human wreckage.




















Wallace Reid

4 comments:

BaronessVonVintage said...

brilliant

Avalon76 said...

Thank you so much!

whistlingypsy said...

I only recently discovered your blog spot, so I hope you don’t mind if I make my way through your collection of poetry. Your verse on Wallace Reid had me in tears; it perfectly captures the pathos and promise of the actor’s career and life.

Avalon76 said...

Mind?! Of course not! I'm incredibly flattered, and honored that you liked it so much. ^_^