Bane

by FireFly - Libra

Sit down-
A trouble has come-
And the winds refuse-
To let it go-

A horrible attack-
On a vital muscle-
Its pureness bleeds-
With no tunicate-
To calm it’s pleas-

Had I known the strength-
Of the beast I unleashed-
The brute force of this creature-
I could never negotiate-
Not with any skill or might-
Nor could I tie it down-
With chains or rope-

Sit down-
A trouble has come-
And the winds refuse-
To let it go-

A girl was crying-
Underneath his feet-
A man was dieing-
In his giant grip-
But I’ve see all this evil-
And yet I know his soul-
Is pure-
But when the heart bleeds-
The kindest and kindred-
Become hollow and numb-
The heart has gone empty-
And fear becomes a loaded-
Shotgun-

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2000-10-11 19:23:26
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:42:52
Poem ID: 57934

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