Sinister notes unfurl in genius force,
Until as yet a venomous blood shall course
A grace of darlings who’ve lost their voice,
The girl who grew to know others as toys
Sing to the poppy fields that won’t stay still,
Her parents will enforce her exacting will
She will rule with cunning in the trenches soon,
Listen Listen to the Valkyries trumpet tune
One last chance to tune her wrongs,
Unleash your verse to lighten her songs.
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Both the painting and the words are hauntingly beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
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