Thursday, September 27, 2018

Story of her death

Splayed across a canvas
Spilled in brilliant reds
Vibrant her blood painted
The story of her death
Dark the moon remembered
False the golden sun
Liquid she is melting
Beneath the lonely ground
Seek forever freedom
A quest made for truth
Gather the forgotten
To mourn these souls bruised
Weep my brother will you
Care naught for this world
Break my heart in pieces
Adrift and lost this girl

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