With grace, I halt to behold
This image of carnage that lies before thee
Who may I be to judge; my uncertainty of this victim, threefold
Whom hath spoken her last word her in this wretched sea
Of consciousness....
Praise the Gods for thy sanity, and yet this sorrow
For this soul lain betwixt two volatile gushes
Of water...and so I kneel to pray for this beauty whom shall not know tomorrow
Relinquishing thy dignity, I am to tears
In this garden of tragedy, I pray to the Gods her soul shalln't dispose
"Art thou with me, for I hath served well all these years..."
Alas! The Gods hath passed judgement upon thee....with vitality she rose!
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