Verity

The flower of sorrow will be seeded in your soul and all that knowledge may relinquish to the eyes of your heart will seem a burden A burden of lightness be it yet still to drag from a tourniquet throat a teardrop of acids sting as you bathe in the eternal sea It is your love that tortures you so upon the mountain peak still brought down to the rubble and though fearless in staunch conviction seem always your faith will be questioned Verities hand she has laid upon your awakening gentle compassion to be challenged by iron to be the disavow of blindness and you will suffer the laughter of ignorance Verity, you will hear her name in your dreams and her frustration will make you solitary and although you will smile to be sure you will also weep