A flaming sky reflected through the colored glass,
and windows pain.
A Chapel standing tall and fast -
the Dragon's mane;
It holds my gaze and won't let go . . .
At last.
A dreaded task
unfolding right before my eyes!
Let noontide pass
in solemn despair;
whilst roses weep sweet raindrops,
clear and pure,
hit the floor
and rise
to meet my fate.
A sweet resign,
Such sacrifice -
Escape and make my own.
Comments
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Wow
Amazing
New style, though? Any particular reason, or just trying it on?
About anything in particular?
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