With blood stained hands
And tear scarred cheeks,
She fell to her knees;
broken and weak.
She looked within and found her heart
Hurt certainly, but still beating. .. a.r.reynolds
Her mind chased crows,
Wolves beset hope but
In stars, whispers kindled: Stand with lambent eyes.
Her pure heart quivered
Aghast at deaths scope
A part of her withered
As she began to lose hope
She looked up at them stars and she looked up at the sky
She was my ophelia with her brain all dead and dry
She had another fit and she she sang out her hearts song
That's when she realised that she had killed her first born
Screaming and crying, she was not to be consoled
In her hand she had the blood of her son she love to hold
Tears all up in face, she would cry to death, yes please
But right now she has blood stained hands and is right there on her knees
She was a eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious astrobleme, nudiustertian bawbees
Full of wabbit kakorrhaphiophobias.
Woman of the crowd, she would metamorphose into a nacarat triskelion
While the town sleeps.
Unspoken words hit her like a rhyme
And In verses she hid her disappointment
Her mind was wild and hardly maintained
Because in a battle of heart and mind
She was double-hearted
And now I'm running, I'm running
Over flames scalding my feet.
Angels swoop down, hold me firmly,
And now I'm flying, I'm
Flying, away from this agony.
Undressing the wound,
Wincing in pain,
She plucked out the sutures.
Calming her restless heart,
She wondered if she'll ever be sane.
She knew now she was lost, that nothing was left inside. She wanted to turn the time but there's no turning that tide. She wailed enough to shook the Gods, she had no more to cry. Now she sits like stone, still on her knees, with her hands held high... ------------------------------------------