Broken Belles

And for a fraction
Time wades through tar
You hold yourself
Composed

But blue turns to grey
Turns to black
Enveloped by the thorny trees
You descend once more to the haunted woods

You charge
Blade drawn
Into its midst
Focused
Spiteful

Victory consumes
Blind to all else
You will soon see light
At slaughter's end

The bells chime loud
Barely audible as
Words trickle through your head
Like thunder

Fearsome daybreak
Lady Justice of the soul
Condemned by the truth
You in horror
Consumed