Solitude
Solitude, a loud shout made without a word.
A sweeping blade of a raging sword;
A hidden cause, a dripping flow of unseen scarlet;
A laming pounce made in secret,
For a cause that they themselves don't understand,
Like a slight sway of a swifty hand.
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