She would scream upward and out
cacophonous voice resonating into the trees
vibrating the wings of bees
and hearts of smaller creatures
nails digging at the air
wrenching invisible clumps of despair
the like which no one else may percieve
this is how the Woman of the world does grieve
as her hair is coated in thick black
and her alabaster skin melts off the bone
she walks through what is left of the woodland alone
waiting for the time
when she might have some peace
when these beings who've tainted her
might recognize and release
Sweet Tasty Thing by Goblynn
The newest of news by Goblynn a collaboration of the minds bringing to you a freshy sweet tune. When the fog settles on the branches we know the sun is up there somewhere...waiting.
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