Categories: Art, Creative Writing
Tragedy ragged in the capture of her cast,
Drafted for the interchange
How openly strange.
Grossing The Caspian redress,
Copper in the walled off stress
Who was to guess?
Their trust was lost in the wounds,
Bigger and wider than people
Protestations that refused the steeple,
Ascension to the top of the square
Lost though the state was,
Among her stare
One day they would end her,
By her own glare.
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