Rhapsody

Perspectives

The mailed fist slams into ground

The fury left unspoken

Expressions of the heart unwound

The will, at first, seems broken

Its scattered pieces strewn the night

As whisper leaves a token

The heart of light, in bathed delight

The will's, once more, awoken

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