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All I Could See
In an abyss of mar; I was sunk. My thoughts swimming; in a pool of masquerade shame. A dagger in my head; All I could see was an evening of score. With a flip of a hand; Like an angered red dragon. I breathed fire and redemption; In the midst of rage and terror. I had blood on my hands; All I could hear was a cry from the soil. In a faction of a second; My heart had raced. Thoughts crumbled with confusion. A wanderer in the desert of oz. My legs felt like shattered glass. And all I could think was vengeance. He had tainted her hands; Abused them in pain. She had screamed inside. A caged animal in a circus. Unfamiliar territory scared her. And all I could excrete were tears dry. With a bow he had decorated her. A misdeed he did. It was physical for him, Emotional damage for her. Humanity lost inside a cave of bats and bears. And all I could hear were screams. Murder she wrote; the opposite. Beauty like a bunch of roses; yes. Heart like a garden of roses; yes. A cactus environment she delved; With eyes wide shut. All I could hear were whispers. With pique like that of a tiger. I bore teeth, muscle and archery. Blinded by a trim cloth of red. A knight’s tale it foretold. He had hurt my offspring. All I could see was night. Emotionally; I covered him with guilt. Overt, I smeared him with shame. Physically I scathed him; barbarian. A man’s title he does not deserve. Physically I had marked him for the world to see. And all I could still see was darkness. He had hurt my offspring. All I could see was red.
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