Happiness she sought in one
and found in him an uncanny son.
Time-shared now long gone
for thoughts unreal, an adventure of fun.
Now she sits alone and waits,
understanding what love from hate.
Never knowing when he’ll open the gates,
to his heart she awaits for fate.
But in this time reality amends,
the enemy she tries to defend.
Nevertheless there will come an end,
when life itself death did befriend.
She sits still wondering,
staring into her mind she sulks.
A figure exterior proud,
yet chaos dwells within.
The scent of fruits surrounds her skin,
and an air of gloom holy facade, disfigured beauty,
searching endlessly for love unkind,
her words unwind, the longing for death.
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