Blue Sky

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A child of violence, that died in silence, on that fateful island/
Her only sorrow, lonely tomorrow, moans for grateful defiance/
Of borrowed time, her master's own, faithful till she dies a crone/
Of rampant blindness, rapt excitement, that back the tightness/
of their blackened eyelids, his grandest triumph, land of messiah/
of broken sands, sad and quiet, to ask asylum, the match ignited/
her womb is priceless, she moves in silence, the moon arises/
the burns of rain, to burst and break, a virgin's pain, the birth a strain/
was worth the pain, the world soon saw, just who she was, an unsung queen/
among her dreams, a world of blue, she learnt the truth, the peace she sought/
a blur of blue, another tree, and here she lay, in dreams she walked/
where earth was cool, where she keeps faith, and children laughed, eternally/
her vision passed, wisdom trapped, she journeys north, to safer shores/
from death she runs, her child is clasped, she must endure, she must survive/
And so she kneels, becomes so parched,she shuts her eyes, but cold at heart/
her child is safe, no more at hand, she lies alone, in weeping sand/
her daughter grows, in far off groves, to avenge her death, a measured depth/
in her feather breath, but time will come when lies become/
the death of all these lying sons/
 
a simple calm, the fickle palm, as children fight, besides the ocean/
a woman strives, to leave her times, behind and focus, as bullets fly/
obscure the sky, the thick of night, when blood is shed the sky is red/
the little lamb, in filthy sand, how would you hide when bullets whine?/
head is spinning, frightful omens, a drifting moth, her binds are broken/
by and by, her life unfolding, try she might, but lines denoted/
the life she led, that night she fled, she ran due west, that half-moon crest/
was in her past, and though she wept, she knew at last, as she collapsed/
and noon advanced, the hope she felt, a future she knew few would have/
free at last, no more bereft, she voyages, to worlds unknown/
burdens thrown, at her behest, her joyful rush to fade to dust/
shuts her eyes, to the life she knew, her eyes are blue/
her mother's eyes, where the sun still shines, the kind she used/
to see at school, the story's done, her time is through/
and as she dies the sky is blue/

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DocBastard
Member since January 13 2014

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