Justice On Broken Hands
She is dancing like a fairy with her long-sequenced gown,
Her long, curly hair swaying as she moves around.
Angels are watching her over the moonlit shadow.
Closed eyes,indulging the melody of playing tunes.
A cavalry came in and run her off on his horse.
Laid her down to a bed of petals and thorns..---
The shadow started to cruise and moan like a beast.
The heaven cries and mourns for a fate she'd faced.
Her limbs are broken and can barely stand on feet.
And the music keeps on playing, swaying her hair in the wind.
A tiny drop of water wake her up from an endless nightmare.
The surge stopped moaning and the dawn break his voice.---
Watching a stranger in a very deep sleep,plan was formed in mind.
Vengeance is on her hands,a blazing anger will next explode.
Looking back is a breathless and bleeding soul.--
She is wearing her torn long-sequenced gown , stood up strong.
Rain fall down and washed blood off her hands.
The music keeps playing, the wind blows and pain has gone.
*AiyaH De Torres
WITH THESE HANDS Free Poetry Contest
12/18/2013
Visual 5
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