They all turn their heads in silence
Not one bats an eye
Until she roars...
Until her anger
prevails to leave a stain
on the remembrance of pain
she has endured over time
You see, her reaction captivates
the eye of the storm,
that everyone lives in denial of.
For in this moment, being contrary
to the state of the lotus she embodies
Let it be known,
that she is the light on a sunny day.
Bringing Joy to those who wonder.
She is pleasure to the foundations
of the mind that creates.
Leaving behind trails of peace and longevity, from whence she came.
Above all, love has no boundaries in her heart.
But God forbid her RAGE
God prevent her FURY
For when she finally cries out,
the wolf howls at the moon light,
the stars can only coruscate once more,
And they shall beware as the vicous waves
of a rapid ocean, prepare to dismantle
in her midst.
Afflicting the bold and sovereign hearted
resurrection of who she once was.
Lest her path be freely paved,
God forgive the nuisance that
provoked a thorn in her flesh.
For she will provide thy maker
to meet thy soul.
And as the tempo plays
the song of her sorrow
and the dusk gives way
to her distress.
They shall see rising over the hills
an image that pierces the eye,
like dawn on a day
no one wishes for sunlight
And they will whisper in grief...
God forbid the senseless fool
that unleashed this women, scorned.
R