The Angered
I watched her moving towards the horizen,
made out the sound of her cry within the waves,
yelling as the night skies began to darken,
Oh how that moon hovered over all the graves!
So I sat down in the sand near the water,
wondering about our last conversation,
her hair was wild then, like a light bone fracture
those final words, I knew her heart had blackened.
When suddenly the sky roared, and pebbles fell,
while the waves reached terribly wonderous heights,
a star falling to the seas bottom of hell,
provoked I stood in defiance of these sights.
For my world had just earlier been shattered
So even the wrath hadn't matched the angered!
Written by Bee Quiet
made out the sound of her cry within the waves,
yelling as the night skies began to darken,
Oh how that moon hovered over all the graves!
So I sat down in the sand near the water,
wondering about our last conversation,
her hair was wild then, like a light bone fracture
those final words, I knew her heart had blackened.
When suddenly the sky roared, and pebbles fell,
while the waves reached terribly wonderous heights,
a star falling to the seas bottom of hell,
provoked I stood in defiance of these sights.
For my world had just earlier been shattered
So even the wrath hadn't matched the angered!
Written by Bee Quiet
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