She's sick of those who do her wrong
Forbidding dance and life and song
She wishes her people would fight
So they could someday see the light
Sneaking away with her love at night
She whispers to him of her plight
"I live for you," he cries, for her he adores,
"But darling, you must live for more"
In the garden they are found,
And punished for walking hallowed ground
In the morning they face their crime
The colony watches, faces grim
Her eyes close, the whip stings
She gathers her will and begins to sing
A song forbidden, the payment death
Voice carrying till her final breath
In the end, she was a martyr,
A precursor of what would come after
He lived for her, he lived for more
He was the rising she dreamed for
And in the end, he felled an iron reign
For love of she who broke his chains
note:
this is an homage to Red Rising, one of my favorite books ever
that being said, this isn't a storyline I created, but I really loved this series and the part described is probably one of my favorites
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The Witching Hour
Poetrypoetry about the wicked and the witchy || featured by WP Poetry on Oddities Unknown || #183 in poem (11/3/18)
