She stood beneath the searing sun
evil rays burning her eyes,
knees on earth, her gaze far beyond,
only to meet the amaranthine.
A million voices raging behind,
swords, arrows, roars and raves,
they curse the star-crossed witch,
with a ferociousness that shook the waves.
Towards the east, she runs to the lord
Seeking shelter from the unknown
Alas, it’s too late,
Eating the dust, the sun is down.
The raging stream passes her by,
the voices now emanating from the bow,
searing the black beneath her feet,
they devour her heart through her soul.
They sprang like a violent lot,
unveiling the enemy, flashing her thoughts,
to which the vixen could only sing,
it was me, all this time, it was just me!
1 comment:
good one.
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