by @simplyecclesiastical on IG
Mission Accomplished,
Happiness Reigned,
Yet, A rage within her,
Waiting to be seethed.
Battles fought,
Lands conquered,
Admiration Bestowed,
Victory triumphed.
Yet,
Sadness abounded,
Melancholy bloomed,
Fury vitalised,
Anger Fumed.
Soul shattered,
Essence crushed,
A man whom she loved once,
Is now no more.
Yet,
She stayed calm,
Dangerously quiet,
Pacifying her heart,
Broken beyond repair.
A rage flickered,
In the depth of her eyes,
She tried to conceal,
But betrayed by her heart.
Disowned and deserted,
Desolate and Doleful,
A storm within her,
Awaiting to be lashed.
Yet,
The body in the coffin,
Dead, inanimate and lifeless,
Medals on his chest, gleaming in the moonlight,
As his eyes met hers lifelessly.
Tears she imprisoned,
Now surrendered.
She let them fall,
As her grief laughed.
Rains whipped the Earth,
Thunder roared in anguish,
Lightning streaked furiously,
As if punishing the brutal reality.
Yet,
She stood there, heartbroken,
Accepting the merciless ambush.
Tears flowed down as she bid her
Last farewell to her father.
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