Taken
Black the day that sun was broken
Locks of curls flow in the wind
Dress of white not worn to be spoken
Cut off when life was sinned
Sharp the silver soul to mortal
Tears no joy exist life’s years
Held the force pain of brutal
Piercing eyes sound that hears
Curled in ball no book of words
Fire no flame empty arms to wrap
Shiver of wood rot of sword
Shadow of me was fear to sap
Copyright © June Savs | Year Posted 2020
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