Dwarf as her hair expands and flails,
to the earth that holds its entails;
watch as the lightning strikes her vision,
watch as the world clambers to this precision;
she is now victim to the howling wind,
she is now victim to the ones who have sinned;
oh who will extend a hand to save her dignity,
who will take her hand and lead her to serenity?
Because here lies the devil who sirens that there is no hope,
here lies the ground wherein people only mope;
and who would leave such beauty in these hands,
only the guilty that watches where she stands.
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Poesy of Eloquence
Poetry❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release ever since I taught myself to pick up the pen and write. ❝ for if the painting of my words be the garden upon the gate of heaven, glimpse them...
