On sharp rocks she attempted to rest her claws, or were they paws?

Chaos is creation and it’s full of last straws,

Grasp and cut in half,

All that you lack,

Cold and glittery starry nights,

Subsequent sunburst sunrise,

She rises and wanders, her life, a melody she must sing,

Only time will reveal echoes, were they ever listening?

She unable to relinquish the dream,

She bares her soul, her teeth, and let’s out a roar of a scream,

Lioness, it’s anyone’s guess how time will unravel this thing,

You must simply walk, your simple life, an offering.


Image: https://www.deviantart.com/mcptato/art/266-Mauve-683174606

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: