Stuck With a Bad Rap

Hidden in the many water drops gargling echoes from the dark is why once considered white but now it’s not welcoming death teaching the ground to cry receiving the bad raps it’s not without a cause thoughts memories fly not returning from the land amidst Viking’s no stranger of battle or death’s paws Valkyries’ breath tasting bloody pawns that no longer stand A lovers tattletale in likeness doctors fill their face with lavender talking in famine and war feeding a prophet is but one chore next to the queen’s in power setting in the towers a scavenger