a howling wind graces
this tearstained canvas
that is painted in sorrow

the warrior screams her battlecry
unto a vacant plane
her heart is frozen over
colder than any man need ever know
and yet her pain still haunts
those memories she's hidden away

the goddess weeps in torrents
drenching the world in her storm
of consuming heartache
her soul is fractured
along a darkened chasm
of unsaid truths and spoken lies

the lost soul is silent
she knows not how to mourn
for she never knew how to rejoice
and thus she wanders
without the hope of healing
or the thoughts of desperation

three tortured women
all confined to bear their pain
trapped within one body
that's being driven insane

09/26/2003

Posted on 09/27/2003
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