X. Brambles and Ash
By appleblossom
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Skies turn grey with thunder
Barren lands lay trembling beneath
The wrath of hardened rain; I wonder
What fury holds the hearts of wicked men
Whose fists cheat rings of gold; to ebb the love
Of those from which wombs their children stem
Forked tongues silhouette fear; which in the doorway stands
What devil paints red the lips of grace
With the blood of vodka driven hands?
Darkness harvests vengeance, silence cradles pain
Pain deeper than flesh; she waits
For the heels of hatred to abandon her grievous shame
Alone by firelight, the innocent nurtured within her blouse
Brambles in the hearth; to ash, like fragile spirits burn;
Disintegrating dreams trampled in the soot of broken vows
She weeps for love borne by the lining of silver clouds
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