Echoes of Agony
Jarring sounds, a melody to her ears;
Disonant echoes, her loneliness paired.
Beknownst to the wild, a marred soul lies,
The sound of her agony, a cacophony to the cold;
The starry night yields its truth to be told,
Her reins, a painful painting- the night beholds.
~Astrid Lyrax
A/N:
Although this poem shares the same title as my book, it has nothing to do with its storyline. Both are written as solo pieces.
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