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