There's nothing more revealing
Than The Poet that is reeling
The Queen is suddenly a masked dancer
Trained to a pretence of strength and grace
A smile that radiates confidence
Could be hiding a shattered gaze
Instilled in us that melody says
She's been battling inside for days
And the raging storm we see
Is the start of a fiery blossoming
A sturdy master: The tree
Years of patience pertaining
And leaves whispering
Of their fading days: waning
A swaying bloom, a weight
A way of saying good-bye, such finality
So with your fiery gaze
As your eyes blaze with flares from hell
I dare you, please do tell
What is your defence?
My pen poised to write
Where your story begins
~Revelations
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PoetryAll The Things I couldn't say. So please enjoy as I give you a subtle view of my thoughts. And decode to earn a sneak peek at the next chapter... or book. Love you lots♥ ~Ona😊
